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Tag Archives: communication
If This Makes You Feel Awkward, I Don’t Care
♥ PART ONE: Sometimes I Don’t Like Guelph ♥ I write about the search for community a lot, and think about it much more than that, but the truth is, I think I am choosing to give up that search … Continue reading
On Being an Introvert (Part Two)
Read Part One here! Now I am thinking about what it means to be an introvert in the communities I am involved in. Within punk and radical circles, I feel there is a huge emphasis on working in groups, organizing … Continue reading
On Being an Introvert (Part One)
Read Part Two here! I’m an introvert. I always have been. And learning more about introversion has been helping me make sense of some of my personality “quirks,” such as a preference for hangouts one-on-one or at least in very … Continue reading
That awkward moment when somebody fucks up your pronoun.
Dave Cave and I were gonna make a video post about using coffee as an antidepressant, but it turned into a conversation about gender & pronouns instead. At first, I thought we’d just start over, but then we decided to … Continue reading
Take Care
When I went to Chicago last March, I got tattooed by Alana Robbie. In 2010, she tattooed a Greyhound bus on my left arm, and this time, she tattooed TAKE CARE on my knuckles. I’d written down hundreds of knuckle … Continue reading
To be true to my own weirdnesses.
450 days sober. Celebrating by buying books on borderline personality disorder, and having a brief freak-out in a public place that resulted in me destroying private property. Anxiety & insanity are keeping me away from my friends right now and … Continue reading
Broken Pencil and Canzine: We need to talk about this. (Part Two)
This is a follow up to Part One. Strangely enough, this past Sunday was probably my best experience of Canzine yet. I had a good day, I did not freak out, I talked to all sorts of wonderful folks, and … Continue reading
Broken Pencil and Canzine: We need to talk about this. (Part One)
[I wrote this on October 20th, 2011, and chose not to publish it until after attending Canzine and having some time to think about this year’s experience of the event.] I am writing this a few days before attending Canzine, … Continue reading
Maranda Elizabeth 