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Death of a salesman
A bad man died today. We all know who he was. I won’t say his name because he doesn’t deserve that. I am not in the habit of granting more humanity to people than they would give me. He hated women. He would have seen me as one and hated me, and he would have… — read more
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As the ship goes down
Watching the world change makes me feel insane. I guess racism is Supreme Court-sanctioned again. (Explicitly this time.) Over the weekend our government murdered 11 people in international waters. No due process. No nonlethal interference. Just an extrajudicial explosion of a speedboat. At a party I attended Sunday (at the house of a good friend… — read more
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blobfish
I keep writing missives in my head. At night, on the pillow, churning words keep me awake. Whole sentences, paragraphs, essays. Ideas are born and die under the incessant whir of the bedroom air conditioner. When I sit to type, nothing remains. I am blank. Humbled by the extraordinary uselessness of my contributions — and… — read more
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On kindness (I shat in a bag)
Kindness is elusive. Maybe it shouldn’t be. Maybe the fact I believe it is means something is wrong with me — or maybe it is easier for people to believe that, anyway. Every day I move further from normal. From sane. From assimilation. I do not wish to adopt the norms of a society that… — read more
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Love letter, while you nap beside me
A notion came to me Sunday afternoon as my lazy eyelashes brushed your salty skin, your pleasant scent filling every breath. Our arms and legs and sheets draped across each other, and your mouth hung open, just a little, which I regarded with the same affection as when the pets sigh and stretch their toes… — read more
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