(Originally posted on 4th November. I am feeling much more like myself more often these days) Content warning: brief description of things I did while I was psychotic. Back in July of this year, I had what could be described as a psychotic episode. I wasn’t myself. It was night-time. Finley was asleep in bed…
Re-reading is a funny old thing. Mostly I like to read books I haven’t read before. There are so many books in the world, it almost seems like a waste of reading time to read something I’ve already read. But I do, for various reasons. Below and to be continued is an exploration of my…
This is the second part in a series answering the question: “How do you reconcile getting married with being a feminist?” which was put to me in 2015 when I, a feminist, was engaged to be married. In 2016 I published part one of my answer, which was about what marriage is not. Here, in part two,…
(Originally written 16th June 2011) Walking through the paths of my mind I see a track leading off the main path Well-trod But a fence blocks the entranceNewly hewn: fresh pine and shiny steel. I glance down the trackIdly. I’ve seen it before;I used walk down there all the time Before the fence was put…
In 2011, I lived in Hawthorn, an upmarket inner-eastern suburb of Melbourne. There were three cafes within a 5-7 minute walk of my home. Going out for coffee was a special treat then, as it is now. Back then, I only had a coffee budget of about $10 a week, which could buy me three…
We carry our magicin the cupped palms of our hands. The stream flows regardless. We carry our magicin our breathgently blowing awaycarelessly dropped comments. Barbs to wound arepicked out immaculatelyand promptly burned. We carry our magicin a kiss resting at thecorner of a mouthReady to heal what ails. We carry our magic.It is “always as…
In the springtime The avenue will bloom We shed our woollen dresses For still- cozy blue jackets That flap in the breeze As we ride along the bike path Shortcut to the shops Pure happiness
She sat in the corner of the couch with her lips pursed and her slender arms crossed. Her wings were squashed against the cushions of the couch but she didn’t seem bothered, which was uncharacteristic of her because she is normally obsessively vain (even though she affects nonchalance). Now, though, she was trying to be…
Here I am Flapping my happiness Emoting potently And you hear my opposite. So sincere You accuse me of sarcasm. Sigh.
Trying to conceive is a form of grief. In grief, there are no rules. Grief doesn’t care if you have been trying for one month or for ten years. She doesn’t care if you have four angel babies, or none. She doesn’t care if you already have a delightful human baby running around in the…
I am here, I’m always here. There is room for me here. I have capacity inside of myself; I contain multitudes. I don’t know if I will ever finish a book, let alone publish one. I am living in the crater of my own life, a hole caused by my own illness, my own actions…
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“I can’t breathe,” he said, with the boot of empire on his neck. And so the affront of blackness to white supremacy was once again apparently punishable by death In a country where the lives of some are at stake, and the souls of the powerful are under threat. And let’s be clear – those…
So you have good work to do in the world but you need to sometimes use computers to do it. You have a clear and distinct zone of genius, and it is NOT solving IT problems. And yet, you want to start a mailing list or maybe even build a website! There are so many…
I know these past few months have been tough on all of us, but is there any part of you that is worried about re-entry into the wider world outside your own home and local bike path? Early on, I arrogantly assumed I was ideally suited to iso life, because I am an introverted autistic…
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