DeAnna Knippling

Independence Day…the stupid, shitty possible core of asshole-dom I have several of these posts backed up! … A darker post, both personally and politically. But better than keeping my mouth shut, I suppose. A long one. First a few words about Independence Day, the holiday, and then a longer thought about, hm, I suppose it’s […]

Bad ADHD day…Tesla writing group meetings…pondering accommodations I’m having a bad ADHD day, or rather a highly disruptive one. Brain: fast and slow at the same time. Emotions: disconnected, so I got up this morning going, “I don’t feel like I’m feeling anything” while sobbing. I finally realized that I felt like some kind of

Rico Gatson exhibit at the USF Contemporary Art Museum <3 This morning I got up to find out that I’d completed the writing class assignment more or less correctly; I’d been thinking I’d bombed on it. Dean had said, “The easiest way to do this is by spotting X.” I did not spot X at

Body/yoga stuff…emotional versus physical exhaustion Not sure where to start with this; I woke up knowing I needed to write one of these but not what about. Body stuff. Lately I’ve been working on yoga stuff to get me toward being able to do handstands. One move, Crow Pose, has been in particular kicking my

Adventures in hair…social media “tables” Ray and I crossed Tampa Bay and went to downtown St. Pete yesterday for hairdos, food, and a walk along the beach out by the Pier. It was a lovely day. I got my hair dyed teal! I was just trying to get my gray dyed, but Katelyn kindly explained

Anxiety attack…failure…stuck in one’s head Ugh. I’m sitting with an anxiety attack and it’s unpleasant. My usual tricks seem to be making things worse, BUT I’m not actually losing my shit, so I’m going to try writing through it and read it again later. Yesterday morning I did well and got a lot done. Ray

Fell in love with a girl back in the day…coming to grips with the past Another one I’m not sure I should write, especially not while I’m upset, but I walked out to Most Favored Tree tonight looking for wisdom and all I got was: don’t be silent. My apologies, this walks closer than I

Borderline assholes…Kurt Cobain…boundaries and hurt I’m behind, with a few of these to get caught up on. An intense few days. … Trigger warning: suicide (not me! but I talk about Kurt Cobain) & assholes/abuse.–I’m not joking around with this warning. SERIOUSLY consider not reading this. Message me if you read this and feel yucky.

Happy Pride Month!…objectivity and Robin Williams’s floating head Happy Pride Month! This is my first pride month sort-of out. (Mostly out?) It’s nice. Before, I was always in a place of going, “I have to walk the line between closeted and ally *extremely* carefully.” I didn’t want to post any ally stuff; it felt like