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XC by RAIL pt 1

it's been a while, let's jump in: i'm in week three of a 30 day rail pass on amtrak, the gallery above is just 9 snapshots from the adventure. i just finished a cup of immuni-tea with elderberry syrup that i was gifted by

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places to land

*no AI was used in the making of this essay, or any essay of mine for that matter FUCK THAT SHIT. USE TOOLS, BUT NOT THAT ONE.* i can't tell the future!!! i don't know whats to come exactly, but i have some big plans in

movie poster: Red scripted text reads " It's a wonderful life" there is a blue snowy background with a moon, and in front of that is a photo of a family hugging.

what radicalized me? XMAS EDITION

hello. at the time of this writing, it's still christmas in new york. here's what i've been working on this week, writing wise. you can expect more from me in 2026 in terms of consistency...we hope. i'm not gonna lie, i

a orange-filtered display of plants, pumpkins, and a large skull and cross bones with a pirate hat on

medicine for the people

as someone who relies on lots of different medicines, i'm on a mission to secure healthcare, including eastern and indigenous modalities, for my community. medicine should be preventative, seasonal, and communal. there are tips and tricks i've picked up that i now swear by (hello fire

aa seagull stands next to a sandcastle against a backdrop of the ocean, a dozen or so surfers waiting for a wave off shore.

paz americana - dedicado a mis amigas de playa

if it were up to me it'd be world peace among beings. but it's not up to me. and we're at war. and so i'm gearing up. more like speaking up, from my crippled cave. cozy in a yellow jumpsuit and grey

dark blue gradient background color with a brown and black painted style mouse, covered with a large red letter X

the masses are speaking, let. disney. burn...

and put up national parks! if you're on certain parts of the internet right now, you get what this is about. if not, please hear me out: disney and their whole mickey mouse media mafia (from ABC to ESPN) makes me so incredibly angry and uncomfortable. and has

A torn painting with orange stencil lettering reading RESIST. An "86 47" bumper sticker. A blue painted cross, A dresser with several greeting cards on it and a j

dysautowhat?

dysautonomia can kiss my ass. yesterday my blood pressure was low as i sat, feeling it, in my primary's office. no water in sight, plus i wouldn't take my mask off in there if you paid me. in my community clinic for disabled baddies, henceforth the

Close up of a Blue Disabled parking sign, against a backdrop of a grassy hill, apartments, and a bright red sunset in hazy orange sky

keeping on

the shins on the duckplayer radio, no ads, the way i like it. being sold shit sends me into a full blown tizzy. i am sensitive. my audhd girls all believe i'm on the spectrum, and so do i. but i don't want a autism diagnosis

Purple LED lights outline a green, yellow and red painting with the word RESIST stenciled on, the canvas has a tear on the bottom right

fuck the 4th: happy disability pride month instead

i dont fuck with holidays that celebrate colonialism. i never have. don't ask me how i became this way, my parents aren't as anarchist as me but in some ways i see trails of their ideologies in my own. i read a lot. and think a

A peperomia plant, green leaves with red spires, potted in a shiny pot, on a window sill

Vivir La Vida Suave

ok so soft girls still go hard for safety: Some things I've done for protection, liberation, and justice. if you got other tips, send em my way. sharing is caring, heres mine: Face masks, duh. Use duck duck go exclusively as my browser. google pixel as my device,

close up of PJ's face, her eyes are closed and have sparkly purple shadow on them. she's got her hands in purple gloves, held up to her mouth, which is covered in a black mask.

new year (happy birthday to me)

playing in my headphones: No Woman No Cry by Bob Marley brewing in my teapot: mullein burning on my table: a wood wick candle growing in my back yard: swiss chard, garlic chives, and echinacea lit in my blunt: pineapple runtz yesterday was my birthday. i am 32. i celebrated

PJ's feet, in blue striped socks, against a stone patio background, there is a lighter, a container of salve, a chopstick, a bag containing mugwort, and a blue mug of coffee.

way-making

western docs just shrug it all of as medical mystery, a woman in a fibro-flare, a fibro-fog, an anxious baddie with a cane. naw bruh, it's perhaps something with a name they haven't heard yet: painful obstruction. i'm talking TCM, from a site called

moving thru it

it's been a helluva week and i'm processing each and every thing that's gone on because every hour deserves a line, but we ain't got time for that. easter brunch was lovely. everything was discussed at a decent volume. decent volume did

PJ, white woman with glasses and a black mask, is in a grey hoodie and keffiyeh. She is holding a daffodil. There is a blue disabled parking sticker hanging next to her face.

Full Moon Surprise

Tonight's April Pink Moon SURPRISED me. I didn't know it was full until 10am which is rare for my witchy ass self. I was at the acupuncture clinic doing a shift and when I checked my phone, I saw my moon phase app "100% Full

post-joint, pre-shower pj in her pjs on a sunday morning

close up shot of PJ's face, she is wearing a yellow hoodie and has four red acupuncture needles in her bro

I know it's real

I was asked today, "if you could wave a magic wand, what would life look like?" I have been ruminating on it since 13:30. it's 10:58 the following morning, I'm on my second cup of Cafe Bustelo and am feeling in the

spring has sprung

A messy white desk with some notebooks, an open laptop, a cup of coffee, a microphone and a maroon YETI water bottle

Fuck. Shit.

WHAT IS HAPPENING. Who even knows! I don't claim to have, like, alllllll the answers... but I was in the American Studies department at Yale when this off-brand super villain rigged an election the first time. AmStud is a very socialisty program, or was. IDK if the DEI

It's Never The Right Time

But you gotta start somewhere. I am healing. Deep wounds. Ancient wounds. So it is only fitting that I use ancient medicine. Come around here more and you'll learn what I've been studying for the past decade. Acupressure. Five element theory. Body clocks. Qi stagnation. MOXA.

Welcome to life beyond the paywall

It's really that bad

Let me begin by saying Medicaid was fun while it lasted. No, really! Between the long wait times to speak with someone who cannot explain why everything is bad and taking forever, and the sketch medical transit companies. The endless physical therapy appts and the missed diagnoses. The normal lab

SlightlyBent Ghoes with Ghost.io

Everything is going my way. My skin is clear, my pu$$y is wet, I'm high, horny, and hysterical. I'm in love with my life and I need you to know that. Because I see a lotta disappointment and angst and anxiety and fear in our

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