It's been made clear to me over the years that, remarkably, people don't know what they can do to help you unless you ask. Uck. Asking for help. It is not something I'm very well seasoned at, because I would rather do it myself and not put anyone else out. Yes yes, I've been made … Continue reading ask not what your cami can do for you, but what you can do for your cami…
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…
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…
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 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…
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…
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…
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…
There's a lazy susan in my head where certain obsessions live. Some of them have been spinning on it my entire life, and every time one comes back around I've gathered more knowledge without really trying, more context, more capacity to actually do something with it. Somewhere between all that accumulated knowing and a lot … Continue reading susan works smart…
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…
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