Recently, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
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Yesterday, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
i have words on my tongue that i want you to find (only you will understand them) there is sweetness buried deep inside waiting for your sophisticated palette the tender places– the ones with thousands of nerves– await your gentlest caress (this one is not about sex) my beloved, when our hearts find each other…
No matter the election results tonight, tomorrow the sun will rise and children will go to school. We will feed our children and come together in community to support one another. Adult men and women will fall in love and have sex as will men and men, women and women, and a variety of other…
Everything changed when I gave up being domesticated and comfortable and chose fulfillment instead. (my heart is feral and I like it that way.) Everything changed when I learned that father doesn’t know best. Everything changed when I decided to love myself just as I am. Everything changed when I went on an oppression diet…