In a week and a half I am attending Outside the Boxes: Celebrating the Queer Body Electric. To say that I am excited is an understatement. 6 months ago I tried to attend the first of this groundbreaking series of events in San Francisco. I tried to get the time off, the flights scheduled… and [...]
In recent times I have been actively considering the what and why of what I do. The beating heart at the core of my vocation, as well as my life’s calling… I made this Wordle to remind me. What drives me in my career and connections. A sense of the sacred. A connection to passion. [...]
Drinking in Ethiopian spiced coffee, I am sitting with my own thoughts. A book on the history of oracles lays across my lap as my my fingers break of a lump of dense bread and dip it into a spicy red sauce I can’t easily identify. Outside the grey has gathered. I am so grateful [...]
…before assisting others in putting on their masks. I just got off the phone with Nina. Nina Hartley feels like my big sister who I happen to have hot incestuous interactions with from time to time. She’s walked parts of my road for far more years than I have, and yet sometimes her pervy kid [...]
Jacob Marley is a ghost… That does not mean that Jacob Marley was not once a man. Recently I was told a picture of me could not be me because I am a 32 year old man, and the person in the picture was a woman in her mid twenties. I lovingly pointed out to [...]
This morning I find myself at one of three buildings at Harmony House, a beautiful poly compound an hour north of New York City. I was invited up here by one of the members for New Years eve, and I am feeling so incredibly grateful for the experience. Not for New Years, during which I [...]
It was a night during my move. He and I were curled up in bed, and gloves went on. A finger slid in, hungry and needful. A second. He went to slide in a third, and I melted into tears. He went back without a word to two fingers and slowly slid and out, moving [...]
So I look for the Old Gods, the beasts, and the faeries, I speak of their names and their sigils I mime their stories, perpetually grand invocations are secrets preserved in the midst of rhyme And what did we learn down the yellow brick road? And what did Alice really find down that hole? Well… [...]
I was writing today… such a simple thing hit me full force in my body, aching and quaking in my skin. What I wrote: If we go into judgemental behavior, think “huh, that was judgmental” rather than “I am such an ass for being judgmental.” The first is an action, the second is an identity. [...]