Embracing what we deny
The room was dead silent. Nobody spoke. Everybody was stunned by the stream of consciousness that had gurgitated out of my throat.
The room was dead silent. Nobody spoke. Everybody was stunned by the stream of consciousness that had gurgitated out of my throat.
June 23, 2018. Pridefest parade in my chosen community. As I’ve written elsewhere, on this day my partner and a …
A moonlit night driving home up the valley after a playful and satiating meal with my partner with shared laughter …
Nights, now I’ve been trying to write and days later here I am, still at it. There is something moving …
My left arm feels dead. A little stretch and a slight twitch of the fingers and something changed. A twinge, …
Today I awoke with a sore shoulder which set in motion, irritation that turned to agitation which then ignited story …
I am just an XXY/Intersex kind of guy. It’s true. I have a tee shirt and photos to prove it. …
Eager to practice softening some more and having nothing compelling to do otherwise, I returned to Blue Lake and to …
Once upon a time I woke up into a space of clarity and wisdom of such wholeness and simplicity that …
A tale of Dukka Dukka and a moment of liberation. When I arrived at the garden my head was full …