I remember these nights13 going on 50sitting out on the roof smoking clovesburning incensebelieving no one could tell the differenceand sneaking aroundso very quiettrying not to get caughtnot to get in trouble I couldn’t sleep thenthe weight of itthe world pressing downlike it had chosen us specificallyto hold it up 48 still going on 50and … Continue reading nocturnes: someone has to sleep…
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…
I’m realizing only now, as I near 50, that I haven’t actually hated my hair my whole life. That sounds dramatic, so I should explain a little. I love my hair now. I really do. It’s crazy and wild and it doesn’t care what I want to do with it, it’s just going to be … Continue reading Masking Monday: Not Natural, But Real…
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