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It Finally Happened

Here's what I did: * went to work * ate at restaurants (rarely, certainly more than I used to) * hung out with friends (small gathering at home, or a slightly larger gathering in an outdoor setting) * wore a mask when going indoors anywhere (except at work; I don't

The Books I Left Behind

Do you ever think about The books you left behind? Every time you moved-- and then-- The very first move was an adventure to something greater. Our first real house, with a garage and and attic and my own room. The move after that, a grander adventure away from home.

Two Point Five Percent.

It has been a rough two years, and for me the world didn't even shut down. It moved on, and me with it. While others were able to stay home and bake bread, or walk their dogs, or just slow down to enjoy time with their families-- I

Lately, my posts have turned to death. Here is yet another.

My grandmother was dying when I penned this post. There is a lot of what my mother bitterly calls it, drama, concerning the surrounding circumstances. But most of it is not important; what matters at this moment is how she does not want any of this drama when the time

On people that died (maybe) when I wasn't watching.

I can't find her on Facebook anymore. She hasn't updated her blog or Twitter. She never answered my WhatsApp message. I think she is gone. I haven't said goodbye in over 15 years. And I don't know how to feel about this.

The inevitable: silence grows longer

And before you knew it, two seven months have passed by. I had no drafts or throwbacks to throw into the queue, so the silence lingered. A bit has happened since then: we've moved to a bigger and better house, I received my vaccination (edit: and booster!), I

15 minute break in the warehouse graveyard

The city can't take it away from me. Despite all this concrete Hard angles Grey-white walls The wind still carries the scent of forest. Oil is nothing Once I find The undertone of flowers. All that remains may be grass, But the weeds escape to remind me. Dandelion

It's been a week, and I haven't written.

I was on vacation last week. Before, I made plans: to fix things around the house we've been putting off, to play video games, to talk to people, and to write. Before and during, I also focused on making my space feel more like "me." That

TBT: 03 Doubts

Throwback Thursday: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 15:00:55 on the VerboseTerse instance, yadda yadda yadda. Notable that this was for the write31days challenge for that year; I decided to write about my non-binary gender experience. This is from the third day, about my doubts before coming out. So far,

The last train home.

"Whoa," I said, sitting up a little as the credits rolled. "I haven't heard that in forever." "What song is it?" he asked, shifting under my head. We had been binging Jojo's Bizarre Adventure for two hours and Netflix'

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