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Tag Archives: poverty
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
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
One Month Later: food, books, gifts, & gratitude
For the most part, I won’t be cross-posting entries between Patreon and my blog, but I’m making an exception tonight, to be transparent about the money I’m earning and where I’m choosing to spend it, as well as sending a … Continue reading
Writing for weirdos, dreamers, survivors, & the dead
I’m here for weirdos, dreamers, & survivors (and, frankly, the dead, the lineages). When I drafted a Patreon profile four and a half years ago, this line was included. Upon the page’s completion, I saved the draft, set it aside, … Continue reading
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
A Mix Tape for OLIVER A LOVER ALL OVER – to listen, to cry, to daydream…
Two weeks ago, I announced that pre-orders for my fourth book (third work of fiction), Oliver A Lover All Over are now open. Thank you so much to those of you who’ve pre-ordered my new novel, and shared the link … Continue reading
PRE-ORDER a paperback copy of my new novel, OLIVER A LOVER ALL OVER
New Moon in Cancer, yes. I wrote another fucking novel! Oliver A Lover All Over is a psychogeographical exploration of intimacy and betrayal, repetition compulsion, open relationships, empathy, therapy, and art. You can pre-order a paperback copy of my new … Continue reading
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
Messy November: we’ve got a lotta care work protest conversations dreams to do together, let’s go
November is never my favourite month, but this one’s gonna get more fucked up than Novembers past. On November 8th, the recently elected conservative (read: fascist) government in ontario is expected to announce changes to social assistance: ODSP (Ontario Disability … Continue reading
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