The House That Built Me We recently had a 3 day long conversation, her and I, the house and me. I went back to the container that held with absolute…
bats are birds of the underworld Mirror images of each other, beyond explanation, unknown, in vastness and otherwise, inside the earth and the sky. A…
*trigger warning, death is a topic. I’m moving through a death, in which I have actually wanted to die. Not more than live, obviously, I am here…
What was true for me in the lived experience of young humanness, is totally unoriginal. I like most humans recall (from the time I could) exhibiting a…
It might seem as though I have skipped the entirety of what it was to live with chemically produced for profit boobs, so I will say this; it was mostly…
How these two bags of shitty chemicals and the version of me that held them came to die was my own doing, On this occasion, I prefer deaths performance…
I can’t be sure about what’s happening here, if I’m hijacking the boob eulogy series in favor of musing on the living sacred pleasure ceremony I…
Laying the body down on a surgical table presents risks. Have you been there? Taking that risk? I’ve surrendered a daughter to the cold hard metal…
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Eulogy of One

a memoirish rainbow of ARTiculations and living contribution to behavioral science