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 notes 003: this tiny little dose…
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mutant notes 002: a pretty tight grouping…
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 notes 002: a pretty tight grouping…
labels matter…
It's 7:23 in the morning on Father's Day. I'm curled up in bed next to a sleeping father. Not my father. Not the father of my child. Also not just some dad. In a weird way he's sort of everyone's startup dad in Portland. But he's asleep so we'll move on. I didn't actually come … Continue reading labels matter…
I’m not the entrepreneurial sort…
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…
mutant notes 01: did I mention I’m afraid of needles…
Heads up: this is the opening piece of a series about my experience starting 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 … Continue reading mutant notes 01: did I mention I’m afraid of needles…
letters from the rest cure…
A retroactive translation The 8th of April, in this year of our discontent Dear Reader, Today I have begun to be weaned from my tonic by order of Dr. S—. The reduction is significant — by a third, she has said, "to keep the worst of it manageable." I had not known the tonic was … Continue reading letters from the rest cure…
for a while…
It's 6:26 am on a Saturday. I'm currently stoned on a delicate balance of Bruce Banner, to give me the ability and energy to actually move this meat sack I'm living in, and Purple Punch, to dull all of the joint pain and muscle pain enough to let me stay present in it. The last … Continue reading for a while…
midnight musical chairs…
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…
Was it Strawberries or Was it Stress?
I've always had itchy skin. Sensitive skin. Problem skin. Whatever polite term the adults around me used, the reality was simple: I reacted to everything. Dryer sheets. Scented detergent. Some makeup made my eyes puff up. Perfumes that smelled terrible and made my arms and neck itch. The solution was also simple. Just avoid ever … Continue reading Was it Strawberries or Was it Stress?