Category Archives: queer
I find myself blessed to have a number of friends and a number of values and not so many friends who share my values. This is just fine most days of the week. I can be as Spain before the inquisition, enjoying a real peace among people who are really different from me. Occasionally something gets to me and I write a post like this.
One point of difference between me and many of my hip friends is the matter of choice. In particular my distaste for the predominant idea that we are, and aught to be free to make our own individual choice to our own individual benefit about every single thing from personal sized ice cream treats to whether or not to care for a dying relative. Read the rest of this entry
The few years I have had the privilege to write this blog have been full of the kind of change that any astrologer worth their salt could expect from a person turning 27, then 28, then 29, then 30, then 31.
It has been a time of tremendous change for me, all kinds of uncomfortable transitions and such. Read the rest of this entry
Making coffee, watching a thin stream of light from the belly button in the yurt reflect off of the stained French press.
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We were on Bainbridge Island visiting the extended family of my sweetheart. We got there after dark, let ourselves in and found a frozen lasagna and a Murder She Wrote marathon.
In the morning the sun rose over a panorama of Seattle and far off mountains that seem covered in more snow then I have seen in several years.
I looked around the room we woke up in and Read the rest of this entry