I’m a queer-for-short Black American who is doing their best.
prompts
Bloganuary writing prompt: List five things you do for fun. Sure, why not!? I did say I'll look into more prompts. Video Games Video games span across so many genres, so it's not hard to find something you like (unless you just hate fun). Despite capital-
culture
When you're a kid, dancing fell between two categories: stuff you tried to emulate from music videos and friends, or dances you learned at school. I typically made do with the latter since I lacked MTV and dancing friends in my immediate vicinity. In elementary school, there was
culture
This man knows not of how this information has affected me But he knows the color of the car I just drove away in "Flinch," by Alanis Morissette Triggers and C-PTSD are a motherfucker. I'm not sure if I'm using the correct terminology,
poetry
But seriously, I've been riding that high since I saw her in concert. ...maybe I should write about that. Meanwhile, a poem. floating, almost I want to feel that again, The wonderful ache in my heart To mirror floating through water Into a dream of not-home-anymore
Journal (UnCat)
This still counts if I post it on the very last day of October. Happy Halloween. I was hesitant to post this. Depression is a bitch. Whether it's pure coincidence, metaphysical weirdness, brain chemistry, or yet another example of my moral failings, the roughest time of the year
slice of life
CONTENT WARNING: death, death mention This weekend, I saw someone die on the shore. The asterisk: it was very likely they died on the shore. But I hope they didn't. I was distracted-- trying not to lose the hat I borrowed-- when my partner noted a crowd gathering
poetry
We rest, but still worry how To live in the mountain, How to carve the walls thick enough And climb up, inside-- stone-made steps. We got here from following our mother's torches Illuminating novellas. Old tales, probably impossible, Of industrial gods defeated Yet the earth mourns-- still
culture
I've had not much to blog about, other than the vague yearning to fill up a page with little old-school gifs and stamps. I've also been craving to create and I've made good on that craving, beyond poetry. There's VTubing and
poetry
A part of me still daydreams Of what could have happened to you If you kept music theory and frequented the stage, The audience of mismatched furniture and beer, Not discovered, but to just be known. You used to be so beautiful, two things, raw Not made for me but
slice of life
So anyway. I love being silly. There is no intro paragraph and I'm not gonna hit you with the Thesis/Main Idea and Three Reasons Why. I'm not going to drag this out with citations and lengthy examples (okay, maybe some examples). I'm just
slice of life
A lot of folx have been asking me about the procedure, as well as what made me finalize my decision. I've written about the latter in detail already (and will link here), so I will focus on the day of. But in short, I decided to do this
internetting
I've talked about the so-called growing pains of moving to Mastodon, and everyone's talked to death about the egomaniac now at the Twitter wheel. So let's talk about Reddit. A decade or so ago, I used Digg when Digg was good. I liked
Raintree Ruckus
Was bitten by the Harriet the Spy writing journaling craze, hopped on the Internet, and never left.
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