Lately, I’ve been reading Chloe Hayden’s book Different, Not Less and it’s highly informative. She also gave an excellent TED Talk recently. The past couple years, I’ve read a few other books in this genre/niche of “I’m autistic, here’s a memoir about my life, as well as tons of research and information about what itContinue reading “May 20th, 2025/book recs”
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stories aren’t real
(find the previous part here) *** of course we know stories aren’t real. But we are real (probably) and language is real (for all its holes) and imagination and empathy are real and in the bubbling soup of us, words, and pretend, out comes this flavor of bakery-made meals and warm bread, or maybe tastesContinue reading “stories aren’t real”
trans woman on mother’s day
When you were little and went to church, it felt like they worshipped women instead of the Father for a day. Sons and husbands, honor her; daughters, look who you’ll become. Boys, treat a woman right (she’s always right) and you’ll be happy forever. When you were older, and being a girl felt more rightContinue reading “trans woman on mother’s day”
May Storm Crescendos Meet My Skin
I’m sick of revenge stories. All the times a boy wrecks a girl and a girl avenges herself; all the times a friend stabs a friend and the friend gets
lies like a pretty boy’s hands
Smear the brownie under the bower’s knee to sweeten the pain of the stance. My elbows are spikes, nailing me flat into reality, hinging me up and down like a doll flailing in dance. Are we real? My hips hold the secrets to the universe, swaying when I waltz, causing lurches of gravity on aContinue reading “lies like a pretty boy’s hands”
Witches and Fishes
part 2 of Can’t Catch Me Now (find part 1 at this link) *** Mother was a witch, my father caught fish together they raised one beautiful girl and by raised I mean neglected, (TW: neglect and abuse so skip this account if you can’t stand the truth) In my earliest memories I ate foodContinue reading “Witches and Fishes”
Hold me closer/human starving soul
And our souls are starving I know I’ve said it before but our souls are starving craving some kind of connection gay gay super gay– I just want us all to be okay, kay? There’s power in labels, power in names, shouting from the rooftops, we’ve decades to reclaim we’re gay gay super gay ifContinue reading “Hold me closer/human starving soul”
Revamping the Newsletter
Frage Stight
Maneuver a bull on the stage, lime lights seeing red read your lines in a dizzy haze black out cue the narrator: the popsicle obstacle went on a journey in this journal, where Brother Blood meets Mother Mud is when Jose complains no way he’ll crochet, sodadoughs are almost palindromic but yikes the lemon lightContinue reading “Frage Stight”
legend has it
(part 1 of Can’t Catch Me Now) Legend has it our ancestors came crawling from the ocean to avoid a whirlpool and built log huts to sleep in then never left. Legend has it, the whirlpool came from an angered sea god, and legend says a land god gave our ancestors legs and lungs toContinue reading “legend has it”
Jordyn Saelor 