My old phone being carried to the next place.
My friend Garbage Witch about to destroy. I’ve known her for over a decade. Which is wild. Long life for her and me.
Good morning. It’s 2026–07–04, and it’s a Saturday.
This is coming from the new phone. I updated because I knew Apple was going to be fucking us with the cost of the next iPhones, and I needed a new one within the next year. It’s incredible how quickly the change process is, with everything transferring over to the new phone within less than an hour. Brave New World. This one doesn’t feel much different than the old one and that’s totally fine. Easy transitions. We will see how things are on the next iOS update.
It is Independence Day in America. I’m going to celebrate by being really fucking gay. Maybe watch a couple of movies. Getting breakfast with E. Probably will eat something with a bunch of gravy in it.
Need to get my poetry practice back into gear. I have been really lazy the last week and it’s time to start treating it like what it always has been. What does it mean to be a poet who doesn’t write every day? Is that something that I want to continue with?
Anyway, good morning.
Trans people know about excommunication. We should do our best never to do that.
Current office
How do I not add to the general sense of pain?
Good morning. It’s 2026-07-02, and it’s a Thursday.
Put on my swimsuit, so I’m dedicated to leaving the house. The new phone is arriving tomorrow, so I’ll be spending tomorrow setting it up. But today, I’m going to swim then shower then go to a coffee shop and write in a notebook.
Haven’t written or posted a poem in a few days. Kind of nice to not feel that pressure. But at some point I want to get back into it. It’s part of my self-care. And it’s time to get back to it.
I took a bad spill yesterday and split my thumb open. Which means I have an open wound, and can’t swim for a couple of days. Which makes me sad.
Old woman in her little shack, living a quiet life. Everything falling down around her, and she is happy. The good death. That’s the goal.
The meaning of life is living. Showing up for your friends and partner. Petting cats. Writing in the early morning. Leaving the house, and drinking coffee. Swimming. Sharing poems with the world. That’s what you need to do.