sporadic letters into the void; here be my newsletter blog-- on my latest fascinations, circumstances, and the artworks they inspire. [!!! insert RSS link here once I have it up]
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Dear Mothership, What are my pronouns? I am flattered by the need to refer to me at all, and I am not particularly fussed. For my own preference, I feel genderless, alien-like. I think a mix of neurodivergences meant I did not strongly ‘identify’ with gender. I often perform femininity,
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Dear Seeker, Autumn is upon us, and I do not think the shedding trees are minimalists. They are messy, they are surviving, they are observing their own needs and the world in the diminishing light, they are transitioning and preparing accordingly. I am no Minimalist, not anymore. I have noticed,
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Dear Seeker, Are you well? Are you growing older? May is my birth month, and I have quite a few friends who level up around then too, but right now it is February. Who knows when you are reading this— perhaps it is your birthday. So happy birthday! Often I
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Edit: This post is from 2019, when I still believed times were bad with my ex because I wasn’t good enough. It took years of abuse, of ‘good behavior’, before I realized, and before I was able to escape. I leave the post below as a time capsule for