Some days the dead just pop up, and you feel the mourning again. Rani and Mira and J and Jaye and gods…

Trans as in transfigured. As transsubstantiation. As the new flesh, broken open for you.

“Remember, it’s not what you are called, it’s what you answer to.”

-wise advice from an older trans woman. You don’t have to give them power over you.

My goal could be excellence, or it could be openness. I’d rather be open.

The local murder causing a ruckus. Gus perched on the window, looking out at them and their caws and screeches. Neglected little computer blinking it’s cursor at the speed of a heart beat or a breathe as I sip black coffee from my hail satan mug. Day 11ity million of trying to put words to a life.

Last night, I watched a documentary about the “debates” between William F Buckley and Gore Vidal during the 1968 presidential elections. And if that isn’t the patient zero of all that is wrong with America…