I wonder if you know, anonymous donor, what it means to me, to write these words, here in Portland, where rain lashes ceaselessly from the heavens (but I don’t mind) and then infinity splits and for a moment the yellow milk of the sun pours down, before the clouds close again and everything is the … Continue reading to my anonymous donor, who I just googled
Privilege
the parchment-like partitions of the pods of honesty
. Dear internet- it’s been a minute. It rained today, internet. It hailed actually. I know they don’t have hail where you’re from, internet. Well I’ll tell you what it was like. It was like the sky fell down, but the sky was made of water, and then afterwards nothing was different at all, because … Continue reading the parchment-like partitions of the pods of honesty
This is Amazing
.This was made by Chris over at 721sandwiches, in response to my incessant ranting about privilege. It made me laugh so freakin' hard. Chris totally gets it! Privilege isn't something to whisper about, deny, cover up or feel guilty about-It's something to shout about and hash out- It's something to make jokes about.Srsly people.It's just … Continue reading This is Amazing
Braggs is made with hydrochloric acid and baking soda, Raw Foodism is for the wealthy, panicked classes, and I need glasses
.Last week I decided to be Raw. Maybe because I’ve been sick off and on for the past four months, whereas before I got sick maybe once every two years- maybe because I always find ways to sneak sugar into my diet and Raw Foodism is a diet of such restriction that I wouldn’t even … Continue reading Braggs is made with hydrochloric acid and baking soda, Raw Foodism is for the wealthy, panicked classes, and I need glasses
F U C K – K E R O U A C
.At some point in my coming-of-age years (not that long ago, really) I read Kerouac (white man has adventures, shit-talks women). I read Into The Wild (White man writes about other white man’s stupid adventures). I read Evasion (young white man rides freight trains, eats dumpstered bagels, encourages reader to do same). I read Jack … Continue reading F U C K – K E R O U A C
It’s FUN to write a thing like no-one is going to read it and then go ahead and post it on your blog
.I’m free. I’m already free?Every time a white, able bodied, English-speaking person has an “adventure”, a kitten loses a toe.I’m thinking of the writers of the “beat” generation, white men who said “fuck it all” and set off to be free. Leaving behind families, of course. Wives who had to raise children all by themselves. … Continue reading It’s FUN to write a thing like no-one is going to read it and then go ahead and post it on your blog
I love the MAX
.Last night, waiting for the max at skidmore fountain, after two hours at powell’s reading books on literary agents. I punch the buttons on the ticket machine but it’s broken, again. The homeless people are bedded down in the wide concrete place beneath the bridge, gathered here in the open to hide from the rain. … Continue reading I love the MAX
It’s like this
.A few days ago I read Davka's post on class anger, and it got me thinking about my own experience growing up, and how it differs from that of most of my friends, and how it makes me different- if only in that I have memories they don't, I have a perspective they don't have. … Continue reading It’s like this
Father Time
.Last night, on the Max (light rail), I saw an oracle. It was a man from the past, or from the future, I couldn’t tell which. All I know is that I walked on with my bike, and right away, I couldn’t stand the smell. It was like feet times ten thousand, a cloud of … Continue reading Father Time
Butch Lesbians and Masculine Privilege- A fable with a lesson at the end
Growing up, I was never a tomboy. I liked glittery puffpaint and cheap-smelling lipgloss and would stare for hours into the mirror, coming my hair into the tightest, smoothest ponytail possible. I liked my expensive American Girl doll (Kirsten, of course, the blond one) and I liked all my thrift-store purses and I liked Barbie, … Continue reading Butch Lesbians and Masculine Privilege- A fable with a lesson at the end
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