🍃 I first realized I was trans when I saw a cisgender woman, Karen Black, play the role of transgender woman, Joanne, in the movie Come Back to the & Dime, Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean (a character whose shoes I would fill acting in the play for three nights at The Percolator. 🌟 I was … Continue reading About My Gender Non-Conformity
I'll never tie it all together. I'll never put the pieces back. Simply stalling, stuttering, stopping dead in my tracks. The tracks by the power station. Giant boxes filled with instant death. One hand holds onto the source of amplified sound, the pulse that pushes the wind to crest and spill over the fans and … Continue reading I Am A Transformer
I'm not entirely sure what makes an album "pivotal" to one's life. Good music should leave an impression. Maybe a song changed the way you pictured yourself or your view of future's dreams. Listening to full albums often takes you down alleyways you don't expect, or sometimes want, to go. So you're listening to an … Continue reading 12 Personally Pivotal Albums
Love is a gift for others. Give it away. Keep giving away your love. Empty yourself. Give until it hurts. Give everything you have and hope against hope it's returned. There are no guarantees in this world. It's dog eat dog. Midwestern politeness missiles drop on the unloved. Give up, give in, give, give, give … Continue reading Love Is All You’ve Lost
Is this the fiscally conservative leadership we wanted? Is the dissolution of "big government" satisfying? I don't believe in villains. I believe in bad actors. I accept people can be desperate, under-educated, and poorly-wired. I believe that people can lack empathy, and many even have a nearly narcissistic drive to manipulate and dominate, a maladjusted … Continue reading Generation Hex
My literary heroes write clearly. They Illustrate the world while they plumb the depths of the subconscious. They Illustrate people so we understand strangers before we get to know them. My favorite writers show you what their world is like; they transport you there. I'm not scared of sad stories. I do not fear being … Continue reading Writer’s Cramp
Wanting stories to tell, I wandered away from the safe path. Trauma pushed me, but my ship was teetering and the bay was shallow. I only had the several routes available. I drifted to Chicago, where I was moored for three weeks. I learned that my anchor could never hug the sea bed long. When … Continue reading Broken Leg Date
As of this moment I am worried. I am nervous. Ego sum timiditissus. Years ago, I spent days unable to breathe. I've woken with an intense headache, a sign of asphyxiation. Sleeping yet dying. In a dream, will I wake up in The Bardo? Will I wake up to nothing? Does life hit restart? Or … Continue reading Our First Season At Home
