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Daffodils and Strange Persistence: Crip City Walks, Pandemic Feelings, & Signs of Ever-Unknown Futures

{image description: A thin red notebook, closed, atop my purple writing desk. My left hand touches the notebook, beginning to open it. Cluttered on my desk are stickers to the left of my notebook, a black pen above, and a … Continue reading

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Chaotic Fatigue, or Ordinary Humiliation of Disabled Bodyminds

{content note: suicidal ideation} {another note: I wrote most of this piece before the COVID-19 global health crisis was being taken seriously within so-called canada. Meaning, the following exploration of the tedium and humiliation of disabled bodyminds, of moving through … Continue reading

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Toronto Forget-Me-Not Part Two

Read Part One Here. {content notes: coma, death} In Parkdale, sitting on the ground by the garden, I draw another Tarot card. NINE OF CUPS “Happiness.” JUPITER IN PISCES. Expansion, dreams, emotions, desires. Poetry, joy. Those are among the first … Continue reading

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What I Was Thinking About the Day Elizabeth Wurtzel Died

{content notes: death, grief, porn} The night before, I’d taken my bedtime meds, plus an extra half of a sleeping pill, at 8PM, in the second night’s attempt to rapidly-ish reset my body-clock to awaken in the morning. I hoped … Continue reading

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Toronto Forget-Me-Not Part One

After having found a heart-shaped box filled with love letters exchanged between my grandparents in 1950, two years before they were married, I decided to visit the places they were addressed to. My nana, my mom’s mom, was in her … Continue reading

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The speech I delivered at The People Phone Ford Rally, with notes on care, rage, disposability, & solidarity

The following is a speech I delivered at The People Phone Ford rally on May 14th, 2019, organized by No One Is Illegal (@nooneisillegal) and co-sponsored by OCAP (Ontario Coalition Against Poverty) (@OCAPtoronto). This was the first time I’ve spoken … Continue reading

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Hysterectomy Party: How to Support Me While I Prepare For & Recuperate From

I’m finally having the hysterectomy I’ve desired since the day I got my first period twenty-one fucking years ago at age 11! I’ve known since then that this uterus-cervix-blood-pain-mess does not belong inside my body, and I’m so grateful to … Continue reading

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Poverty and Isolation are Killing Us: (More, Unending) Thoughts and Conversations on Suicide, Criticism, Responsibility, Purpose, Care, and Love

content notes: suicide (thoughts, attempts, prevention, etc), youth incarceration (mine) An accomplice of mine recently asked me if I had any advice to give or ideas to pass along as he was preparing to facilitate a discussion on suicide and … Continue reading

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We Are the Weirdos – a crowdfund pre-order for my next novel!

Long time no write! Despite all the notes I’ve been taking, I haven’t completed anything I’d intended to write for my blog over the last few months because most of my attention has been devoted to finishing my second novel, … Continue reading

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Won’t You Celebrate With Femme Cripples and Other Storybooks

content notes: incarceration, suicidality, charcoal, cops, racism, colonialism Last November, I tried to go to as many workshops and panels at Naked Heart Festival as I could – these things are extra tough for somebody who is in such tremendous … Continue reading

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