you have to be shitting me.
you have to be shitting me.
really thinkin’ about becoming a childbirth educator. going through the process with a not-as-shitty larger organization just to get me on my toes with information. then mentorship, apprenticeship, self-discovery and learning processes to develop own curriculum that reflects the way that i think it should be taught. as necessary, centering queer and trans* people of color in the curriculum, reproductive justice, and one day being able to teach en espanol. i’ve been a birth nerd specifically and interested in providing full spectrum care for years now and need to channel that now (with time). i need to create and see my project, la ranita care, be birthed. i think about birth a lot, through projects, growing things, and actual tiny humans. i think me leaving this town and going back to my roots is a rebirthing process. i’m just really feeling needing to follow my heart every day, in whatever way i possibly can with the limited access/resources i do have (although recognizing i have more than some). so glad i have an amazing partner, friends, queer doula/midwifes, y mi familia in my life that help guide me in different ways <3
Call for Submissions
I am looking for Queer/Trans writers [everything from poetry to critical writing], musicians, photographers, DJ’s, artists, dancers, filmmakers, etcetc to interview/submit their work for the first issue. The finished product will be available online at issuu.com x where I’m uploading the mag for free download/reading. Each issue will be released on a irregular schedule. Just when I feel I have enough for an issue. I wanna keep it very loose and open so if you have anything just send it to email@example.com and we can chat. -Óscar
kind of interested in disengaging and disappearing and getting off fb and tumblr and jus try to understand what it’s like living without these outlets. i feel really overwhelmed. i want to run away and am having continuous escape fantasies. wanting to disengage from being so/feeling so visible in these technological ways. when i get home i don’t want to revert to technology to make me feel comfortable in a place where i have a handful of friends. i feel like i could so easily just do that and i don’t want to. i want to create and make magic and process and not hold onto the internet keeping me feeling well/connected. i have not truly taken a hiatus from the internet, not since i was 10. my hands are tired from typing, my eyes sore, my neck hurts. there’s lots of toxicity and support at the same time but i do not know how to balance all of that right now. many of my relationships depend on these ways of communication because of distance, visual feelings of connectedness.
Oil has started to flow through East Texas down the controversial TransCanada Keystone XL Pipeline.
a year ago i was helping organize against the southern leg of the KXL. my role back then was more of a support person: arrestee support, communications, and errand running with the occasional banner making. i was still in school and would trek out to east texas as much as i could to help. i saw pipes being laid, vineyards being torn down peoples health rapidly changing, friends getting arrested and terrorized by cops and transcanada. and here we are, after so much resistance, it is beginning to flow. my heart is sad. i know we can still fight this.
ow ow ow ow on the day that i decided to get the most work done i get a pinched nerve in my neck in my sleep. ow ow ow. i can’t raise my left arm and turn my head to the right or look down . someone should come over and cook for me/massage me :[
soon to have feelings of being uprooted
nervous/excited to move back home? i needa get a job ASAP while i’m down there, but imm be mad busy. i jus needa remind myself i came home to be able to support myself later on in the future and to go through some intense healing/get reconnected.
something is srsly wrong with the world when a rapist/rape apologist/victim blamer scores a job as a patient advocate at an abortion clinic.