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 […]

Poem, “Burden” …rant about learning and emotion Side quest #1. Wrote this the other night under the boughs of Most Favored Tree. It doesn’t work, and yet I can’t change it to anything else. I guess if you need it, it’s for you. “LEAVE IT.”–Okay okay, subconscious, I left it! I didn’t use to write

Struggling with a difficult task…you are not a burden On the one hand, I’ve had a difficult day. On the other hand, I’ve had multiple people do things that made me feel known and loved, and I took care of myself, so I’m smiling. When I told Ray about the difficult day I was having,

Theater: Jobsite’s Alice production…why I love social media, despite everything Apologies, I have to get caught up on these! Ray and I went to the Jobsite theater group’s production of Alice and it was excellent. Music, lyrics, and book by the troop themselves. The theater is tiny! There was a stage with wings, and it

Jobsite Alice…how to give yourself over and become a “natural” Ray and I are going to go to a black box production of the Alice stories, by a local Tampa theater group (Jobsite) on Friday. There will be singing, dancing, puppets, nuttiness. As much as I love Broadway shows–as much as I feel they necessarily

I don’t run this human, I just work here…inputs and outputs…sweetness More adventures in “I don’t run this human, I just work here.” Over the last few days, I finished a scene I’d been struggling with for a while, and it went better than great. Just lovely. One of those “ah yes, you ARE an

Happy Space Lord Mutha Mutha Day!…on romances & sucky ghostwriting clients Happy Space Lord Mutha Mutha Day! There’s a sassy rock song by Monster Magnet that is truly the antithesis of all things Mother’s Day; if you’re having trouble coping with the pablum today, give it a listen. I want to go to the beach

The people who pick at scabs…”natural talents”…backstage self Another one. GAHHHHHHHH. I have stuff to do. But here goes. … Reminding myself this morning that I am utterly, recklessly, relentlessly, brutally fearless about some things (well, if and when I let myself know them) and that I also take it for granted that everyone should