December 2011
1 post
May 2011
1 post
He gets it right so often:
“All my life I have loved traveling at night, with a companion, each of us discussing and sharing the known and familiar behavior of the other. It’s like a villanelle, this inclination of going back to events in our past, the way the villanelle’s form refuses to move forward in linear development, circling instead at those familiar moments of emotion… For we live with those retrievals from...
April 2011
1 post
WatchYum. Dopamine.
seawitchery:
I started out clicking strategically… and by the end was just wildly clicking and dancing in my chair.
biancavirina:
CLICK THE SQUARES.
THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
THIS THIS THIS THIS!
January 2011
3 posts
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought,...”
– Frida Kahlo (via fuckyeahfemmes)
I love this site and want everyone to read it. No.... →
Reblog if you want 5 random questions in your ask.
I like questions.
October 2010
4 posts
Housekeeping
I just set up a comments thing, but it’s hard to know whether and how it works. Would someone try commenting on something and let me know how the process works? Is it annoying? Anything else? Is there a sleeker way to do this on tumblr?
For our children
I wrote this a couple years ago, in the spring, when two boys had killed themselves in a short time period, and I am posting it now because I am waiting for the rain to start today, for fall to start, and there is a list (that is long, but the fact that it can be called a list makes it too long, by definition) of beautiful young people who have taken their lives, and it makes me so angry at this...
September 2010
1 post
July 2010
2 posts
All boxes, ever, once belonged to Pandora
Pandora, not the music thing, the woman with the box, not that kind of box. Well, that too, but that’s not what I’m talking about (unless, well, some feminist literary critics would disagree, but again, let’s move on) .
Every piece of writing is a box of secrets, dangers, and hopes. Every piece of writing holds some hope we have and cannot let go. We don’t even know what...
On (Small) Audiences
Meg Stone and I read our work in March (I’m behind) as a benefit for IMPACT Boston, in space generously donated by Queer Soup Theater (I’m sure they’ll still take your money even though months have passed) and the audience was small. Passionate and small. They were fabulous and some of my most important people ever were there, and it’s always good to have family hear you do...
April 2010
1 post
thinks the only good thing about going back to...
March 2010
2 posts
I Love This.
I am working hard at finishing a second draft of a story for class right now, and then I have another story to write right away. So, I totally have time for this, right? But today I was working on this story, and loving every minute, every sentence that I made a little bit better, every time I thought of ways to move from scene to scene. It felt like the gears were really moving. Then, tonight, I...
Testing Facebook Connection →
Ground control to Major Tom.Testing. One, two.
February 2010
1 post
5 tags
As yet untitled, but then so am I
I wanted to be something different when I was a kid. I don’t know. I wanted to be something different from what I was, and different from what I am. There are so many layers of girl in me, and so many layers of not girl. Toni gets it about right when he calls me a high femme tomboy, but I don’t fit easily into either category. High femme tomboy ends up making me look straight and I am more like...