Death, Community and Continuity

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I’ve been holding onto the idea that death is not happening, or at least not for a long time yet—because I’m youngish, because I’m healthy, because I wear my seatbelt, because I eat organic food, and so on. Even today I caught myself beginning a sentence, “If I die….” Read More

Ditching the High Horse

high horse

This was the moment when I realized that people are free to do whatever the fuck they want. There’s no script. You can have two lovers at once! You can train fleas to do trapeze! You can live in an underground bunker and eat canned beans! The playing field is wide open. Wide. Open. Read More