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- meta
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-What if I tried to write a magical-realistic memoir?
+What if I tried to write a memoir?
Like.
-It doesn't need to be totally true, and maybe some stuff gets pretty floaty, and maybe some stuff winds up as poetry, and maybe some of it is ergodic with scans of manic notes or bits of Manifesto Project, and maybe I just own the hypertextuality of the medium, but it's generally autobiographical.
+It doesn't need to be totally true, and maybe some stuff gets pretty floaty, and maybe some stuff winds up as poetry, and maybe some of it is ergodic with scans of notes or bits of other projects scattered throughout, and maybe I just own the hypertextuality of the medium, but it's generally autobiographical.
That might be neat
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+---
+date: 2019-09-23
+---
+
+> You were gone.
+
+I was out of town, yes. Out of town and cramming in as much work as I can during these last few weeks at the Archive.
+
+> You were gone. Not just from writing, but from home, from ritual, from reality. You were someone else. Your head was elsewhere.
+
+That's a bit dramatic, isn't it?
+
+> Are you not a different person at conventions? Are you not a different person when living in a different home with someone else?
+
+Maybe. I like to think of it as postprocessing. The picture you take is fixed and largely unchanging, but you can process it into different things with different filters. The person I am is fixed and largely unchanging, but some people and some places bring out, say, artsy black-and-whites, while others bring out glossy, oversaturated colors
+
+> And yet when you were out, you weren't engaging with some parts of your life. Ones you might otherwise consider integral. No for-fun software, no music, no chat, no writing.
+
+Were you lonely?
+
+> Not my department.
+
+I suppose I was. Even at the convention, even seeing two different partners, I was lonely. Or, if it could be said of things rather than people, I was lonely for not having those fulfilling aspects about. I missed writing, I missed you.
+
+> I wasn't gone.
+
+I know. It's not even like when we don't talk. You were there. I just wasn't able to engage, and that's an integral part of our relationship. It happens from moment to moment. It is not something that exists in any sense of permanence or stasis. It is defined by movement and momentum.
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+---
+date: 2019-09-23
+---
+
+Apophenia
+
+> What?
+
+Apophenia. Connections. Imaginary lines traced from topic to topic in cheap butcher's twine.
+
+> And the topics?
+
+Imaginary. Or real, but only half remembered. I'm spinning a web.
+
+> Are you catching something?
+
+You?
+
+> Are you answering with a question?
+
+I'm unsure.
+
+> You're not catching me in that.
+
+You sound so final.
+
+> Not my department.
+
+Right. Is that a fact, then? I'm not catching you in this web. Are you the web?
+
+> Not my department.
+
+The spaces between, then. The negative spaces outlined by twine wrapped around pins. There are connections--
+
+> Or not.
+
+--or not, and there are topics, imaginary or not, and then there's you, there, in the place between. You, the liminal creature. You, defined by absence.
+
+> Presence and absence are not my department, either.
+
+Are you some cousin to apophenia, then? Some relative to that *unmotivated seeing of connections accompanied by a specific feeling of abnormal meaningfulness*? Are you that numinous, abnormal meaningfulness?
+
+> I am easier to define in negatives. I am not presence and absence, but between them. Beyond them. Your ally, but not your friend. Real enough to impinge on your reality, but totally imaginary. **Not** here. **Not** doing. **Not** thinking, feeling, acting.
+
+So, are you?
+
+> Anything else is just pareidolia.
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diff --git a/content/gender/surgery/01.md b/content/gender/surgery/01.md
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+---
+---
+
+
Saturday is for mechanics.
+Sunday is for terror.
+Monday is for acceptance.
+Tuesday is for purging.
+Wednesday is for anxiety.
+Thursday is for sleep.
When I am asleep
+The world changes around me.
+In spring, I am changed.
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+---
+---
+
+The surgery
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+---
+---
+
+
I'm no good at images, only words,
+and yet for days after surgery,
+as anesthesia and countless
+ milligrams, milliliters, millions of
+drugs leave my system,
+I'm lousy with visions,
+each lousy with meaning.
+
+I lay in bed, unable to move,
+struggling to keep my eyes open;
+I know that if I close them,
+ I'll be lost, I'll be lost, I'll be
+mired in waking dreams,
+coherent visions with all the logic
+of that paler side of consciousness.
+
+Perhaps the veil here
+is still too thin and vague,
+the pool too clear, the monsters too scary
+ too lean, too mean, too hungry, or
+perhaps I was too close to death
+to come away totally unscathed,
+too close to completely survive.
+
+ It's as though, laying here,
+ stinking of hospital,
+ I'm seeing emotions play out,
+ Scene after scene, scene after scene,
+ anxiety shown in heaps of discarded entrails,
+ hope in the ceaseless ratcheting of gears,
+ determination in the marching of feet.
+
+If I were an artist, perhaps
+I could hope to touch these images,
+but as it is, every word falls short,
+ too vague, too inexact, too tight to
+hope to explain something so vast
+by the very act of attempting to reproduce;
+I can only hint from the margins.
+
+That poetry can accomplish what prose cannot
+in its economy of motion
+is attractive to me, here in recovery -
+ so tired, so tired, so tired - so
+maybe I can hope to express the dire import
+of these visions dancing behind closed lids,
+or at least remind myself on rereading.
+
+Even now, a week out,
+I'm starting to lose touch with the visions,
+I can almost touch them if I squint,
+ lie real still, don't move now, but
+even then, a shadow of the substance...
+I'm starting to consign to memory
+that which was probably memory to begin with.
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+---
+---
+
+The hospital and airbnb
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+
It is two hundred miles between what I expect and what I want.
+Two hundred long strides that seem impassible from one direction,
+ and from the other a day's short drive.
+
+It is nine and a half hours between question and answer.
+A half hour of jazz, nine hours of sleep, a scant second of perspective,
+ and I can only traverse in one direction
+
+It is eleven inches between who I was and who I am.
+Ten of those inches are pain, the eleventh is numb,
+ There's pleasure to be had in there, I'm promised.
+
+It is twelve years between what I want and what I get:
+Ten years of remembering who I will become, two years running,
+ Eight days dreaming.
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+---
+---
+
+the drive home mixed with retrospection
diff --git a/content/gender/surgery/09.md b/content/gender/surgery/09.md
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+---
+---
+
+
What have you changed?
+ My mind
+What changed you?
+ Nothing
+What became of it?
+ I am not who I was
+
+What have you changed?
+ My name
+What changed you?
+ The word
+What became of it?
+ I am called who I am
+
+What have you changed?
+ My looks
+What changed you?
+ The light
+What became of it?
+ I am seen as I am
+
+What have you changed?
+ My chemistry
+What changed you?
+ The substance
+What became of it?
+ My form is my own
+
+What have you changed?
+ My body
+What changed you?
+ The knife
+What became of it?
+ I am shaped how I am
+
+What have you changed?
+ Nothing
+What changed you?
+ I was accepted
+What became of it?
+ I accepted myself
+
+What have you changed?
+ Everything
+What changed you?
+ Everything
+What became of it?
+ I became who I am
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+---
+type: serial
+---
+
+
diff --git a/content/news/2019-09-24-coping-mechanisms.md b/content/news/2019-09-24-coping-mechanisms.md
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+---
+title: Coping mechanisms
+date: 2019-09-24
+---
+
+The upside to a complicated two-and-a-half week visit following shortly after a complicated two-and-a-half week visit is that I have rather a lot to talk about. The downside is that getting back into the rhythm is difficult.
+
+
+
+> No one ever said this would be easy.
+
+Well, sure, but that phrase is usually applied to something more emotional than the sheer mechanics of getting back into the writing flow.
+
+> It's all work. None of the work will be easy, emotional or mechanical.
+
+Fair enough.
+
+> Besides, is what you wrote about easy stuff?
+
+### New content
+
+* [ally 25](/25) through 27
+* [Polyamory 4](/poly/4) through 6
+* [Sex](/sex)
+
+### Updated content
+
+* Some tuning on [the front page](/).
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+---
+date: 2019-09-23
+weight: 4
+---
+
+Relationship anarchy, as a topic, seems to draw heavily from both poly folks and queer folks. In fact, the three ideas are so heavily intertwined that it's difficult to have one without the others. Poly? Well, there's a good chance that there are some queer aspects to your relationship.
+
+And if you're queer and at least of a certain age, relationship anarchy is baked into your soul. If your society sets up a "natural" relationship progression and then bars an entire class from entry to that progression, subversive and transgressive relationship structures form as a matter of course.
+
+> Queer people, queer relationships.
+
+Yes. June, 2004:
+
+
Queer hair, queer mouth, queer brain,
+queer sleeves, queer shoes,
+queer toes, queer nails,
+queer fingers, queer palms, hairy palms,
+queer wrists, limp wrists,
+queer arms,
+queer shoulders, arms around shoulders,
+queer neck, sensitive neck,
+queer hair, curly,
+queer ears, sensitive ears, eargasmic,
+queer cheek, blushing cheek,
+queer nose, got it from my dad,
+queer eyes, queer colors, got them from my grandpa,
+queer eyebrows, but not as queer as some,
+queer face, too long,
+queer chest, too skinny,
+queer belly, padded,
+queer crotch, go figure,
+queer thighs, better believe it,
+queer knees, queer calfs, queer ankles, queer legs, flexible,
+queer feet, still smell,
+queer guy, no surprise.