In my dreams soldiers shadows steel-browed and tensile
summon aircraft screeching phallic and armed.
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Tagged disability, experimental, language, metonymy, nonfiction, poetry, psychological disability, ptsd, writing
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I want to write letters. Dear Michael. Dear Richard. Dear Patti. I have written the last one already but it is possible to write a thing more than once and sustain the same sort of sense while varying the precise wording each time. We share approximate cultural milieux although different social circles although the two [...]
I realized that in the reams of cultural histories that have been written, at least in any language that I can currently understand, the universe is assumed to rest upon eternal principles that almost everyone can participate in by virtue of their full assent to the gender to which they were assigned when born
When I was six nobody knew where Seattle was. That was not at all what I meant to say.
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Tagged autobiography, Berkeley, disability, flight, fundamentalism, nonfiction, politics, queer, San Francisco, Seattle, writing
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why do fundamentalist Christians worship “all-for-me, nothing-for-you,” greed-driven, planet trashing consumption-driven capital above just about any other kind of economic system?
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Tagged capitalism, christianity, ecological crisis, economics, end times theology, environment, environmental degradation, fundamentalism, politics, war
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…did you think that if you had been in her situation there would have been hell to pay? It seems like a sympathetic enough reaction, does it not, to think that you are so enraged by what happened to her that you would, if you could, search heaven, hell and earth for these hospital personnel and teach them a thing or three?
As it happens, I have decided to, if not systematically, then at least with some sense of deliberation, try to unpack the tangle of narrative and nervous tissue that constitutes my own origin myth. Some of this involves therapy; some of it involves finishing the goddamned autobiography already.
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Tagged american culture, autism, autobiography, christianity, disability, fundamentalism, introversion, mental illness, ptsd, religion, spiritual abuse
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Taking care that one is engaged every moment in productive activity is related to the meticulous care that some say must be taken to guard one’s thoughts from the temptations of the devil, and that has roots in a distaste for anything that distracts from the Platonic Good.
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Tagged autobiography, cultural theory, difference, disability, diversity, neurodiversity, paradigm shifts, psychological disability
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…it occurred to me that there may be some sort of connection between my ambivalent attitude towards social networking and the difficulty I have keeping up with even the most leisurely schedule I can possibly come up with for myself even though there are many, many things that I want to do before I die…
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Tagged autism, autobiography, disability, executive functioning, nonfiction, productivity, psychological disability, social web, writing
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I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop since I was old enough to understand how we in the Western world project ourselves out into the future in a teleological way—or at least as soon as I developed the idea of a near future with consequences attendant on whatever I was doing now…
