Poetry Friday: Keep You Close

Keep You Close Friend, you are far but I keep you close. I place my memories of you reading, dancing, driving, running in every beautiful moment I see. You are with me in my dreams, laughing, singing, talking, staring; whether sleeping or waking, I always invite you. Lover, in my heart I keep you close.



There will always be voices. Voices that tell you what you are. Where you'll go. Who you can be. There will always be voices, and only you can choose which voices you believe. Last week I was playing with a toddler who asked me to help him set up his train tracks in a circle. Later, while he … Continue reading Voices

cuddling and consent

Food for thought: “If you feel like you’re asking for permission too much, like you’re just being ridiculous, it probably means you’re doing things right.”

Young Mormon Feminists

When I went to a cuddle party, we seriously spent about an hour practicing saying “no” to each other and discussing the value of consent before starting.

“Being able to say no makes us safe,” the instructor told us. “Saying no is a road map to helping others and ourselves navigate who we really are and what we really want.”


This one person there said that they’ve been going to cuddle parties for over fifteen years, and cuddle culture and its emphasis on consent wasn’t just something fun for that person. It was a lifestyle that changed the way they interacted with other people and with themselves.

We went deep into consent, on how people might consent for one thing (cuddling for example), but that doesn’t mean they consented for anything else (such as stroking their hair). It was suggested that we ask permission for each new act before continuing.

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Poetry Friday: Autumn’s Palette

Autumn's Palette Floating ducks on the rainbow pond of red and gold and green and blue Falling sun before long blue shadows across green grass and gray stones Flying black birds in the white sky over red and black cars Flailing brown branches in wind above white-frosted tree trunks

“This Terror”: Happily Never After (Essay on Dracula)

This is the English final that got a five percent deduction for lateness. I didn't include the references because I'm a huge sass, and also because I don't want people copy-pasting this for their own devices. Anyway, it was really fun to write, though by no means is it a perfectly edited and crafted piece. (Seven pages … Continue reading “This Terror”: Happily Never After (Essay on Dracula)

Poetry Friday: Real People

Real People I can’t breathe the air in here. When did I get better, huh? Happened so slow I didn’t even notice. Dunno if it really happened. So much air, so much air. I can’t breathe it, can’t breathe it or I’ll die more deaths than I’ll allow. The in and out breath spins my … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Real People

An Open Letter To All Of My Friends Who Take Selfies

Unexpected and heartwarming. Anyone with a Facebook account should read this piece.

The Belle Jar

Dear Friends Who Take Selfies,

I want you to know that I love it when you post pictures of yourself. I know selfies get a lot of bad press, but I think they’re rad. They give me a little window into your life, and you’d be amazed at how much I can get out of one little photo.

I love your pictures because I love seeing what you’re wearing – the outfits you build give me ideas about how to mix it up with my own wardrobe, and seeing you work your shit gives me courage to try clothing that I otherwise might have thought was too outlandish or revealing.

I love seeing how you do your hair and makeup. You look like a hot babe and I wish you would make YouTube tutorials explaining how you get your eyeliner just so. I want you to post pictures every time you change your…

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