Those who tread among serpents
What do you do when what you do is practically meaningless? I do not in any way, shape or form support this presidency. Evil, absolute evil is happening to immigrants, gay, transfolk and people of color.
Words about no words
I am sickened by those who reveled in talks of rape and racism, laughed at bleeding, dying women and trod upon the tender bones of children who only had the crime to exist as these evil, disgusting people thought they shouldn’t.
Tis but my name
When I was 16, many thousands of years ago, I changed my name in my head and with any new people I met to Jyllian/Jyll from Jill. I don’t recall how I told my friends or when they started using it. Some still call me Jyll. I did this change …
A woman of seven and twenty
A woman of seven and twenty,said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.”
~~Jane Austen
Twas the Old Road
With this last birthday the thought I’d been shoving to the very back of my mind became too large to ignore. And it is interesting how it expressed itself. I still mourn the original triumvirate: Hotspur, Mr. Newguise and Miss Ninny. And the following, but no lest majestic quartet: Zachary, …
Washing the sand with my ghostly tears
The Lion and the Cobra by Sinéad O’Conner is being played on my turntable right now. It seems fitting. My second copy, I wore one out the very year it came out. The year that my life imploded, well one of the times. I was young and painfully naive. It …
Self Medicating
verb self-med· i· cate ?self-?me-di-?k?t self-medicated; self-medicating; self-medicates 1 transitive : to treat (something) by self-medication people who attempt to self-medicate depression 2 intransitive : to treat oneself by self-medication I ran out of quotes for the time being so now I’m trying definitions. It started with reading. I always snarked when I heard someone say their self medicating …
nos·tal·gia
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. What happens when the song comes up on Spotify. 10th grade- Blue Öyster Cult Tenderloin and Vivaldi’s winter. I wasn’t ready to have sex yet, but I wanted to. He was beautiful. I still kind of regret …
The Building’s identity
Does this shit ever end? Do we just keep crossing the identity bridge over and over-adjusting and readjusting, putting on and taking off all the hats?
Once again, Democracy is on the line
America is full up with insanity. I’m beyond shocked and disgusted at what was beneath the surface of what I thought was a basically good country, but in reality isn’t. The Tangerine Mussolini allowed the worst to come out of people who used to be at least nominally embarrassed or …
Some of us think holding on
makes us strong, but sometimes it is letting go. ~Herman Hesse It’s been, as they say, a journey. And I’m standing in the doorway, crossing from what was to what is becoming. Our daughter moved into her first apartment in September. It was a chaotic move, as these things can …
Everything has been figured out
except how to live–Sartre Loooong time no write. First a dead mother and a last ever visit with the sister. Then a pandemic. Then a burnout. Then a job change. Then catching a bad Covid. Then …we lost Bartleby at 18 to kidney disease, cancer and age. He was just …
The Dead Weight of Time
Listening: Fields of the Nephilim, Moonchild It’s been…well eventful. I don’t think I can even go into the nearly a year? a Year? since I’ve been here last. But yes…2020 was a fucked up year and 2021, that we are halfway through is partially fucked. I do wish I could …
I would prefer not to
I think I’ll have to change the theme. It is gorgeous, but isn’t behaving or taking my code well. Or of course, my code is bad and it is rejecting it. Whichever. So my sweet boyo, Bartleby who is in a tie for the kindest cat on the planet along …