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Stupid cold, as I wait for the car to warm up ice on the windshield cracks and drips. The sun is shining through prismatic drops. I stop for a moment, and the world really is quite beautiful after all.

On the constraints of duty

First, I have escaped the house. It wasn’t so dire, it’s just after months living on top of one another and being alone in a crowd, really being alone was necessary. So I am at a hotel and spa with minutes before I go in for a massage. Worth it. The house takes in strays. A friend of my son’s lived with us a few months last year. Another friend …

I should visit more often

In every sense. Looks like the blog broke while I was off doing my thang. Will fix later after I finish my werk work. Erika, one of my colleagues, set up this thing called a weekly stand-up. A stand-up for those not in the know is just a short meeting where folks check in on what they’re up to. Her format is: proud, concern, lesson and fun. The nature of …

me, today

I exist, though not so much in the ether as in meat space. Working with students and seeing their faces (are they getting the jokes? are they engaged? do they understand?…) is great. Then I go home and hole up and don’t talk to anyone. The computer is shut down at the end of day not to be looked at until the next morning. Keeps me sane. Alone is good.

Strike a Pose

Continuing my RuPaul binge in advance of All Stars, I’ve branched out to HBO’s Legendary and will eventually get to Pose. That said, the OG Madonna… Back in the 80’s I lived in DC and hit a club in the DMZ (demilitarized zone) and saw these beautiful creatures doing what I now know is ballroom. Still remember that joyous celebration of their own beauty.

To Languish

There was a lovely NY Times article that favored the return of the word “languish”. It really is quite lovely as words go. It brings to mind that impotent feeling that would involve some flailing if you could just get the energy to do it. It’s not depression per se, it’s running on fumes. When asked, “How are you?” “Not okay” causes worry. “I’m languishing.” is relatable and if they …

a drop

What is the purpose of posting in social media? Is it the howling of a wolf hoping others will take up the cry? Is it an ask for someone to acknowledge you exist? Are you the tree in the wood that falls? I am a drop that makes an insignificant ripple. Perhaps less than that…which is why I write this here instead of as a fb post or even a …

What Queens teach us

Bingeing, because that’s how I do. While there is no small amount of manufactured and edited for tv drama, ultimately shows of Rupaul (in all its incarnations), Queer Eye, and A Queen is Born are about self-acceptance, otherness, and what beauty can mean. It’s a happy thing and makes me feel if they can love themselves, I should absolutely be able to.


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