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1:12pm
July 10, 2015
More summer hair. This is AFTER staying up most of the night detangling it and brushing/combing it through so it’s straighter than it normally would be and the oils are distributed properly and stuff. (I didn’t have the energy to do the oil treatment that people keep reminding me I should probably do. Doing one of those requires enough energy to keep washing the oil out all day if necessary.) And I swear it’s actually frizzier than when I started (at which point it was incredibly tangled, I lost a lot of hair just getting the tangles out). Also it’s getting really long.
7:39am
July 9, 2015
Orange (A letter to my late father)
I didn’t like orange
Until I got your orange shirts
Now, my favorite of your shirts are orange
Because I didn’t like orange.
So I didn’t associate orange with myself
But to wear your orange shirts
And see that orange looked good on me
I could find the part of you
That you left inside of me
3:53am
June 29, 2015
Summer hair. Seriously this is what happens.
(And no, I can’t write much longer right now. I’m still doing a couple big crochet projects and my brain seems to have switched off certain language functions to allow for that.)
2:52pm
April 25, 2015
Hair’s gettin’ so long I can barely stretch my arms out long enough to capture all of it in a selfie. And I’ve finally recovered from the disastrous case of bedhead I got in the hospital. Even though it required shedding enough hair I could have built an entire cat out of it. (One of these days I should learn hair art instead of just throwing it out.)
12:15pm
April 16, 2015
Every grey hair is a sign I’ve made it this far. I hope they all turn grey one day.
1:13am
April 15, 2015
Selfies. I am beautiful. I am ugly. These are not contradictions. These are not bad things.
Locket has my dead father’s beard, insult it at your peril. Not from me. From whatever forces dole out punishments to assholes, and believe me they exist, even if only in your conscience.
7:55am
January 6, 2015
[Image description: Series of selfies. Me – white person with dark hair, unibrow, fuzz over hir chin, and cat’s eye glasses where the frames fade from top to bottom, black at the top and almost clear at the bottom. My hair ranges from pulled back, to let down almost completely, and I’m wearing a red handkerchief of my dad’s as a bandanna. And his blue suspenders. The very top picture shows the logo on the shirt, a blue fish in front of green mountains with the words “Sawtooth Mountains, Idaho” on it. There’s a bigger version of the same logo on the back, which isn’t shown.]
A rarity among the dad-shirts I’ve been sent – a t-shirt! And I’ve discovered that I don’t look half bad in orange, which is weird because it’s never a color I’ve tried or liked much before.
Meant to be posted last night, but after I finished my writing deadline I was dead tired and fell asleep fast.
12:20am
December 19, 2014
![[Silhouette of me and my cat Fey in a hospital bed with the back tilted nearly upright, backlit by the yellow-orange glow of the nightlight behind us. You can’t see much within the black silhouettes, but you can see the walls behind us, with faintly visible decals of scenes from the redwoods. At the top is a quote from one of my poems: “Here in the shadows where everything blends, the darkness and I are the closest of friends.”] (*)
Here is the full poem on my main poetry blog, in case you want to leave comments on the poem in a more traditional blog style, or make use of other Wordpress features.
For everyone else, here is the full poem:
Wings of Midnight Velvet
The darkness enfolds me in black velvet wings
She holds me close and she holds me tight
She whispers to me of unspeakable things
Only understood in the darkest of night
Like a lone hermit thrush, she hauntingly sings
You are safe here with me until morning’s light
Here in the shadows where everything blends
The darkness and me are the closest of friends
_______________________________
(*) Please don’t remove that image description, it helps blind and visually impaired people, including people with visual processing issues (which means many autistic and dyslexic people, as well as people with Nonverbal Learning Disability), understand what’s going on in the picture. I’m only sometimes able to write these because of my own visual and language issues, so it’s infuriating to go through all that work for the sake of accessibility, only to have it disappear on the first reblog.](http://40.media.tumblr.com/10099a063d363e458947fd38b9448e7f/tumblr_ngtdhwiuXy1qdmvbuo1_500.jpg)
[Silhouette of me and my cat Fey in a hospital bed with the back tilted nearly upright, backlit by the yellow-orange glow of the nightlight behind us. You can’t see much within the black silhouettes, but you can see the walls behind us, with faintly visible decals of scenes from the redwoods. At the top is a quote from one of my poems: “Here in the shadows where everything blends, the darkness and I are the closest of friends.”] (*)
For everyone else, here is the full poem:
Wings of Midnight Velvet
The darkness enfolds me in black velvet wings
She holds me close and she holds me tight
She whispers to me of unspeakable things
Only understood in the darkest of night
Like a lone hermit thrush, she hauntingly sings
You are safe here with me until morning’s light
Here in the shadows where everything blends
The darkness and me are the closest of friends
_______________________________
(*) Please don’t remove that image description, it helps blind and visually impaired people, including people with visual processing issues (which means many autistic and dyslexic people, as well as people with Nonverbal Learning Disability), understand what’s going on in the picture. I’m only sometimes able to write these because of my own visual and language issues, so it’s infuriating to go through all that work for the sake of accessibility, only to have it disappear on the first reblog.
2:17pm
August 30, 2014
Snuggle session with Fey earlier today. We’ve either been snuggling or fighting, without much in between, the last few days. Sometimes I wish I knew what she was so mad about.
3:11am
August 23, 2014
The last dad-shirt turned out to be a mom-shirt that looked like a dad-shirt, but that’s good because mom-shirts are good too. This is a dad-shirt, I think. It’s weird that both of their shirts seem to fit me pretty well. Not quite as well as if I pick them out myself in the Goodwill, but pretty well. Surprisingly well given how different our builds are in many ways.
Anyway, this is my first long-sleeved dad-shirt. And it’s a real dad-shirt! I didn’t just buy one that looked like my dad wore, this is one he actually used to wear, and my parents sent me a bunch of his shirts and a couple of my mom’s. They even sent me his bathrobe (at least it looks like a bathrobe), which is wonderful because it will give me a lot of comfort to snuggle up in that. I love having some of his actual clothes to wear. It’s even better than having clothes that look like his.
4:02pm
August 22, 2014
I feel like a cat in this selfie. Don’t ask why. I just do. Which is good, because feeling like a cat is the best thing I’ve felt all day. Otherwise I’ve just felt frazzled and semi-delirious.
5:59am
August 13, 2014
Finally got my hair fully brushed out again. Which, after a hospital stay, is always a huge big deal. And then got it braided into one big side braid.