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…
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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 003: this tiny little dose…
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…
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…
a slightly mad sight to behold…
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…
here we here we here we go again…
I love The Clash. I've always loved The Clash. I was so young when I started listening to them that I don't actually remember the first time I heard them. They formed the year before I was born and because they were always just there I never thought of them as a band that started. … Continue reading here we here we here we go again…
4:38am…
I've been listening to Little Earthquakes on repeat for a few weeks now. The whole album. In order. Without the later bonus content that appeared with various reissues, like someone decided the perfect thing needed to be longer. This is unusual for me in two ways, and I was about to explain both of them … Continue reading 4:38am…
friday the thirteenths, part two of three…
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…