Heads up: this is part of an ongoing series about my experience with GLP-1 medication. If that’s a triggering topic, please feel free to skip. I’m not telling anyone what to do with their body. I just need to process this, and I figure someone out there is more scared than I am and could … Continue reading mutant chronicles 004: don’t get cocky, kid…
I'm working for myself now. Which is not something I ever particularly wanted to do, if I'm honest. Before I go any further, let me be specific. Because my partner spends his days working with founders, and founders are entrepreneurs in the Merriam-Webster sense: entrepreneurial — having to do with the creation and development of … Continue reading I’m not the entrepreneurial sort…
As I was coming in the back door just now I made eye contact with my own reflection. It was a slightly mad sight to behold. My face pale and tired punctuated with my huge dark tortoiseshell glasses with unexpected pops of color in them, the lenses mid tint as I returned from taking the … Continue reading a slightly mad sight to behold…
I always thought part of my struggle as a human was that I'm not terribly malleable. Imagine my surprise when — after years of therapy — I had the realization that I've been too fucking malleable. Too willing to change and reshape myself. Repackage myself. Let my opinions be known… but not if they're hurtful. … Continue reading one star only…
About a month ago, shortly before last Friday the 13th, I decided I should do something intentionally nice for myself every single day. I didn't think it would be easy but I genuinely didn't think it would be hard. Some days were easy. I ordered a coffee mug from a ceramic artist who I know from … Continue reading friday the thirteenths, part two of three…
That whole emotional tarot post, the one about popcorn bowls and tarot decks and saving things for company that isn't coming — came out of a project I'm working on. I've been handling all the decks regularly and it's made me incredibly reflective. And I'm in a making mode right now — trying to keep … Continue reading the Bilbo moment…
I remember the first time I ever saw a deck of tarot cards. I was a teenager standing in the back corner of Vacaville’s Lesbian Bookstore. Next to a case full of silver pendants with all sorts of mystic meanings, leather-bound journals that looked primed to receive and contain life-giving knowledge, and a rack of … Continue reading saving things…
I’m on a second day of full rest. Which sounds dramatic. But it’s because I left my house on Monday. This isn’t a story about a bad driver.Or a death threat.Or even the adrenaline crash that followed. Though it does contains all of those things. It’s about what happens after the body decides it was … Continue reading contact not required…
Night andI can only imagine unhinging my jawto open my mouthwideenough to devour the worldbut I'd prefer the ice cream. CK
On the Venn diagram where multi-letter diagnoses, neurotype, and lived experience overlap, there’s this very specific little pocket of my brain that desperately wants to move the furniture. I don’t know what it is about it… Maybe it’s a bit like playing dollhouse. Except now I get to play dollhouse the way I want to. … Continue reading midnight musical chairs…
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