dear Friend, I keep thinking I’m done with the part of our relationship where I’m in love with you. Things feel more casual. I relax a deeper layer. “Ah, how nice–things are going in a way that makes more sense,” I tell myself. “I’m glad things are going to get easier.” desire Then I feel
I asked Dabby Longlegs to write a guest post because I wanted to learn more about their work as an artist and teacher, and share what they do, with you. I enjoy this post for the story of an artist’s path from childhood shame to queer freedom. And I love body positivity / body
I don’t usually hear podcasts, but this morning I listened to this episode of Psych and the City. It’s called Looks Can Be Deceiving: Equity in Sexuality and Disability. It’s an interview with the co-founders of Disability and Sexuality Access Network. They are Caz Killjoy and Amber DiPietra. I liked this podcast interview for the
I really like this organization, Disability and Sexuality Access Network. I love disability, disabled people, disability justice, access. Also, I’m curious about pain, illness, health done in an authentic way that actually helps, rights. So many disabled people in this world, and we matter. Our needs matter. Then sexuality is so important to me too–being
I’m loving trans friends, of the present and the past. Here are some thoughts for Trans Day of Remembrance. Transness is desirable. thank you Thank you to my trans friends and partner, for being close to me and sharing your reality with me, which is a reality as valid as any. Maybe more valid. I
“I’m afraid I gave you the wrong impression, about my butthole,” I told my spouse. “I don’t go around with a dirty butthole all the time. I think it’s pretty clean. Just I’m not going to, like, guarantee it’s always clean. Know what I mean?” “Yeah!” he said. “Great, I’m glad we had this conversation!”
“What’s a community, if it’s based on lies?” I asked. “A community of convenience. Gentlemen’s agreement. Fuckery–bullshit. A charade. A waste of time.” I was having a lot of feelings about communication issues in the community that I live in. Some friction had occurred, when I said something true but snarky in a meeting. I
A whiff of laundry detergent in the airbnb bedroom made me think of my ex. The one who read to me and was abusive. I felt unsafe and almost dizzy with uncertainty, to smell it. There are many memories I can have, about him. But my mind went to a memory about youth. He used
I don’t have kids of my own, but I have niblings. They are teenagers. The eldest at least is queer. Someone asked me recently about supporting kids around sexuality. The sex ed I got in school was worthless. I was mostly self-taught, about sexuality–before the internet too. I read a couple zines that were helpful.
Lying naked in the sun is something I long for, a lot. To feel the sunshine on my skin, more of my skin than usual. My forearms and face feel over-sunned, and the rest of my body feels sun-neglected. My tummy, ass, thighs, breasts, and back want sunshine really bad. I want to go out