Whole lotta reading going on


Kropotkin, Peter Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution

ed. Snitow, Stanesell, & Thompson Powers of Desire: The Politics of Sexuality

ed. Brown, Angela Set in Stone: butch-on-butch erotica

Eckburg, Maryanna Victims of Cruelty: Somatic Psychotherapy in the Treatment of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder

Byatt, A.S. Possession

Robinson, Kim Stanley The Gold Coast: Three Californias

Peregrine Entropy

Plath, Sylvia Ariel

Pennington, Amy The Urban Pantry

Various Politics is Not a Banana: Journal of Vulgar Discourse

Team Colours Collective Wind(s) from Below: Radical Community Organizing to Make a Revolution Possible

Voltaire Candide

Werner, David (with Carol Thuman & Jane Maxwell) Where There is No Doctor: a village health care handbook

Coumeau, Joey Lockpick Pornography

Coetzee, J.M. Waiting for the Barbarians

Kramis, Sharon & Kramis Hearne, Julie The Cast Iron Skillet Cookbook: Recipes for the Best Pan in your Kitchen

[and of course, too many more to be listed, and still hacking my way thru some of these a chapter at a time!]


It seems I have run out of words lately, I feel compelled to spend ever-more time holed up in my room or at a coffee shop/bar over whatever text I’m frothing thru. I feel hungry for company at times but not like I am very worthy of it, what of interest have I to offer? More prattling about bikes, maybe, but even then I run short on conversation. I have neglected the Self so long and so hard that I have nothing to offer, so I’m sinking into burnout-thirty, knitting socks, working on household projects, reading, watching movies, neglecting the laundry. These things feel okay, too.

I think I want more space from ___, but our lives are so entwined that it becomes difficult to do so. Thinking of moving away this summer, a place with new faces and new entanglements, as well as the familar arms of two people I hold very very dear to me. Maybe make a house with them (I hope?).

Biking on the snow and ice last nite I fell down at the base of a short/shallow descent and giggled some, popped up almost immediately. Sometimes I just want to lie down for a bit, tho.

Being sick (just a sinus thing, no big) this weekend has allowed me that chance, mostly. Don’t leave the house, just make extravagant meals and sleep for ten hours and more at a time, read the whole day long with P. Good things, all of those, even if they are couched in this unpleasant thing, the brief decreptitude of a head cold.

Okay, inwards!



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