You are askinge chatgpt questions. Ich am wavinge a cheerye hello to the local crowes. We are not the same.

This is where you go to tell the National Park Service to restore the word "transgender" in its entry on the Stonewall monument. (Scroll down.)

“In 150 characters or less” by @nikitagill.bsky.social

It’s NYE & raining here. I wrote this poem in 2013, so the five-year-old is now sixteen. Even when it’s hard to love the world unconditionally, and it’s never not hard, here’s to imagining what might be possible and what we can make so. Love from here on a rainy Tuesday.

The holidays can be hard even during the best of times. Please be gentle with yourself; seek out the joy in caring for others, in being cared for, or in creating the most beautiful and generous solitude for yourself. 🖤

A poem about an absolute shitshow of a funeral

Selu returns to the empty Food City lot.