CW: Death I remember the day I dreamt that Paul died. I remember in the dream it was after sunset, a smear of orange still on the horizon. I remember him shot, bleeding, him leaning on me heavily as I tried to get him away from the people who casually took him from us, strugglingContinue reading “Griefstorming”
I want to stop I want to just stop I want to not have to think or negotiate or reconsider or do the complicated logistical algebra of living in this nightmare world for just a freaking day my entire history bulges up against my back and nothing I do can extricate me from its needContinue reading “Untitled”
It’s been a month since I last posted. It hasn’t been an easy time, though I know my life is very smooth compared to most. But I started hitting burnout soon after, so when that happens, things fall to the wayside. Today, though, I have to give voice to a celebration. CN: discussing crimes againstContinue reading “404 days, with a moment of victory”
Today I spent time welcoming Spring in my Hemisphere by cleaning the bathroom (totally necessary due to plumbing mishap) and doing a bunch of plant maintenance and propagation. The water here has done a number on a bunch of my plants so it was time to do some soil replacement, poor things. Hoping the equinox,Continue reading “Day 373, with Vernal Equinox”
Last year, at this exact time (3:45 pm), my boss was telling my team to take anything personal home with us. Closure had not yet been announced at work, but illnesses were escalating dramatically and the situation in Westchester County, NY, was already devastating, to the point where they’d announced a mile-wide “containment zone” aroundContinue reading “Day 365. Holy Cow.”
Just one thing: On this 1st day of Women’s History Month I want to re-state that trans women are women, and trans women’s histories belong here in this month. That is all.
Hah, lookit me. I put “normal” in that title like it was a good thing. *snickers at self* One of my quirks is that I’m actually excellent in a real crisis. I can freak right the hell out over small things, but get a car trapped in a blizzard with no cell reception? I’m allContinue reading “Day 330, with a return to normal levels of stress”
One of the joys in my life is great restaurants. The joy of choosing a recipe and anticipating what new spin someone will put on it. Because of my allergies, I can’t get takeout anymore: I can’t talk to servers and cooks and ask about ingredients, and if something is wrong I can’t send itContinue reading “Day 320, with a kickass recipe”