the Infinite – Page 18 – queer identity, death, hope, praxis, song lyrics, and sometimes hubris

a closeup of a mountain range, partially covered in fog. some trees can be seen on the ground below.

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Happiness/on Mental Health

chasing joy

I’ve got a ways to go, but this seems like a good start.

a warmly saturated photo of an infant on the left being gently touched on the head by a toddler (me) on the right.

on being Exvangelical/on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Mental Health

shake the dust

I think one of the only things I can teach my kids is how to shake the dust from their feet when leaving is what’s best.

comic drawing by Effin Birds. there is a bird walking toward the left side of the image. the words 'FUCK THIS SHIT, I'M OUT OF HERE @effinbirds' are drawn on the bottom in a fancy font

on Chronic Illness/on Co-Parenting/on Mental Health/on Rage/the Pandemic

angry

I don’t know how to be angry and kind at the same time, so I pick one or the other, and usually ‘kind’ wins because I was socialized female and I don’t feel com...

an intense photo of the milky way across a starry siky. mountains are silhouetted against the sky in the lower third of the photo.

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Hope/on Praxis/the Work

one more light

And in the meantime, I’ll listen to Chester Bennington sing my favorite song, in his beautiful voice from beyond the grave, and I will keep looking for the choi...

a rocky river runs through a wooded valley. there is fog drifting through the trees.

on Chronic Illness/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Mental Health

with care, my love

Maybe that’s trauma. Maybe that’s taking it for granted. Maybe I can’t see it because I don’t think it exists.

an orange, white, red, and turquoise wall with a neon sign with the words 'this must be the place'

on Chosen Family/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Mental Health/on Queerness/the Pandemic

unfinished

It is easier to fall apart when it’s safe.