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Freedom means freedom to drift and change (life updates, some changes of status, and ruminating on highly personal matters)

(Maenad's note:  This is more of a traditional blog post and, tbh, doesn't have shit to do with my writing.  So if that is your only interest you can safely ignore this.  Thanks!  Potential employers, this gets hella personal so don't read if you can't keep things distinct, umkay?  I did however mean what I said abotut being an open book.   Proceed at caution okay?)   Weird facts about my recovery from surgery …and my recovery from the   the people that I have  wasted the best years of my life [1] on.   ( Fuck them with a rusty spork covered in shit and dew.)   1.         I no longer drink coffee every day. I do drink coffee, and while I technically can pro’lly start drinking it ‘normally’ I am now in the habit of having it every few days and cold over ice.    I do not see a reason to change this for the foreseeable  2.        I have (...

PsYCHOPOMPS AND CIRCUMSTANCEs - a ruminating meditation

PsYCHOPOMPS AND CIRCUMSTANCEs   Late summer is a fine time for livin’ and dying Why is always this time of year that you take them away from me Goddess? Fall is time for souls’a reaping Grim, Jo, Mase, Jay, what the fuck is so appealing about Dying this time of year note to insert some trite harvesting bit, p encil it in for   July through October Now presenting the MATRICULATING DEAD OF 2022….. Or has this August just claimed another forlorn victim, lost in the storm and taken by force? Did your stray thoughts do this? Did those words ever come back? No. Stray thoughts should stay ghoulish forever And mindful, A warning Take back not what you say for It is Not unirrevocable And your actions are paid for. Your words are eternal, This bill following to the grave.   There are no delays, when the Ship leaves port, All bills are paid. No debts. No taking away. Done and away I can’t believe it I’m still angry with you ( W...

Things that get lost, forgotten, or deliberately obscured in the abortion debate

Share Everywhere Donate to abortion funds https://secure.actblue.com/donate/supportabortionfunds?refcode=nnafwebsite   Where can I get an abortion https://www.abortionfinder.org/?emci=dcc96c27-79ee-ec11-b47a-281878b83d8a&emdi=b4436f9a-79ee-ec11-b47a-281878b83d8a&ceid=7944   I need an abortion https://www.ineedana.com/?emci=dcc96c27-79ee-ec11-b47a-281878b83d8a&emdi=b4436f9a-79ee-ec11-b47a-281878b83d8a&ceid=7944   Things that get lost, forgotten, or deliberately obscured in the abortion debate   Firstly, the issue is not abortion. It is bodily autonomy for all.    That means people with uteruses yes, but also ‘disabled’ people, trans people, all of whom have equal or greater issues with rights to bodily autonomy than just abortion.   Abortion IS important but it is NOT the only facet of the struggle nor the only important one.   Secondly, this is a personal one.   AS a trans woman I have NEVER enjoyed the...

Evolve or Die

 Publishing is global now like never before. And experiencing a crisis like never before. Soon I think it will be clearly affecting all areas of publishing. But this has been a thing for a while but many things are exascerabating. For the short term I think many of larger pubslihers will continue to fold or, worse, consolidate. Every industry is enduring some sort of Adapt & Evolve or die transition here. I really do think that publishing's future, worldwide, is in the small press; the small preses that have the luck, wits, and adaptability to survive the next few years while everything else burns.  Just some good morning cheer before I hit the bricks "Medium and small-sized publishers are being hardest hit by the crisis. Secil Epik and Busra Mutlu, co-founders of Umami, set up their boutique publishing house in 2021. “As a publishing house focusing on translations, copyright fees and paper costs are equally challenging for us,” Epik told Al Jazeera. “At the end of...

Pulling behind the veil of mental illness - World Bipolar Day 2022

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Meant to post this yesterday on World Bipolar Day but that was not to be. Very seldom do you see someone's bipolarness in combination with everything else (some of us) have going on. The world is not very kind to us and sharing details like this is greatly stigmatized and feared by a lot of us. Knowledge banishes fear so here goes. On some level I feel and deal with all of this shit, everyday and that's on a good day. Over the decades, many _many_ people I know have and have had lists/arrangements that make this look like under the tree at White Ghetto Christmas. Be kind. What you don't see may define another's existence. #MadPride #worldbipolarday #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthwarrior #befearless

A tiny little introduction to the (white) American Exeperience and the Music of Lana Del Rey.

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Today at  Beyond the Underground ,    The (white) American Experience and the Music of Lana Del Rey One of my favorite things about her stuff is the very clever (blink and you’ll miss it clever. Subtle is best.) way she speaks quite self-disparagingly but in this completely meta way.     Great example – from Gods and Monsters   In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel Looking to get fucked hard Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer Life imitates art She is like the Tyler Durden of white chick music.   She speaks to the worst parts of our nature.   She talks about things we feel but do not speak of,  Wants Suppressed.   This will get me shot but her music, at times, is like you went to the Cozmik Bartender and said “ Hey, lover pour me a glass of your finest Sylvia Plath,  light on the madness.”     Not in terms of quality or depth but speaking purely in terms of it’s pure co...

My Verse, how like Radon

All of my poems are my children, all of my works are my children.   With my books I tried to spoil them and well they are all fat but very happy children.   Now I’m not the slimmest fiddle in the kit and I would never judge anyone for that – that would be stupid.   But I felt my children could be stronger so with – most of- my poems, honestly, I am a deliberately horrible mother, some sort of Victorian workhouse stereotype, constantly birthing children and then abandoning them to the universe. I prefer to think of myself as Echidna, or Charybdis if we’re honest but now I’m splitting hairs. I do love them, and I do check on them, and try to give them a good start and hope they find a home but at the end of the day I only know what happens to the ones that get adopted, that find a home. The rest? I shudder at the thought. It is perhaps best not to ask. Maybe though this is how poets die. Maybe some night, some night soon, I will wake one final time to find that ...

A moment of pettiness

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 Screw you Instagram Southern Girl Digital , 2021