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Adventures du jour! I’m having not-a-migraine today: when you have all the other symptoms of a migraine but the headache. Because stuff runs opposite in DeAnna-land sometimes, my steps taken to prevent a visual aura were to take sinus meds, drink a cup of coffee, and play loud music (but over the good headphones because […]

Adventures du jour! I know white people aren’t supposed to be ashy but I’m ashy. I’m not sure how ANYTHING can be dried out in this humidity. C’est la Florida! Happy day after Turkey Day! I hope everything went well with you and yours. Yesterday sucked for Ray and I, but it sucked less than

LaVerle Spencer So I have this stack of books next to my laptop that are specifically there because they’re too hard for me to just sit down and read. I chip away at them, bit by bit, looking up unfamiliar words, researching references to things I’m not familiar with, writing notes, struggling to process. Mind

Note: I posted hundreds of AI-generated images of gay couples being affectionate that day. Adventures du jour! Yes, I am spamming everyone’s timeline across Facebook, Instagram, and Tumblr with gorgeously tender pictures of men kissing. I generated the images using Midjourney AI this morning. I generated a LOT of them. I am not done. I

Ray vs. the seagulls The Gods of Relaxation have been propitiated once more. Ray and I went to Pass-a-Grill Beach on the south end of the St. Petersburg side of Tampa Bay, which was mainly deserted, and hung out. We stopped at a smoothie place on the way over and got sammitches and smoothies, laid

Me: Angry, heart hurts, feeling sick and breathless. Listens to bangy stompy music all day. Also me: [Lone Digger comes on] Fuck em, I’m learning the Charleston so I can dance on their graves with all due respect 20s style. Me: …it’s either that or give yourself a stress heart attack at this point, sure,

Adventures du jour! In the end, I didn’t get any writing done yesterday; I was just too fucking angry about the shooting at Club Q. Instead I stayed up way too late talking to a friend who was also in a dark mood. She talked me down from the worst of it. I’m not effective

Adventures du jour. There was a shooting last night in the hometown of my heart, Colorado Springs. A gunman killed multiple people–five?–and wounded many others at Club Q, an LGBTQ+ space, blocks away from my old apartment on Rebecca Lane. I only went there once (for a lovely brunch) and regretted not having gone more

A poem for a rainy day in Florida. Cold rain in rainspouts; warm cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting; pu-ehr tea like delicate mulch; the end of my nose and the tips of my toes; a song with tri pa let tri pa let tri pa lets; fake wood flooring underfoot.

Adventures du jour! Got triggered hard yesterday; still a bit freaked out. WOW is it hard to be rational in moments like that. Riding it out via music, burning a candle, tea that is strong and hot, clipped fingersnails (typo but Imma leave it) so I won’t tear them all off, adding new ink in