My poem "Northern Comfort" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It was written out of my discovery over the last few years of the slaveholding history of Massachusetts literally under my feet and my more recent anger at the murderously terrified fragility of the current administration. Half my family turns out to be wound into these vanguards of American colonialism and you know what I don't waste my time doing? Pretending I was ever supposed to have been so bullied for it by the other, barely out of living memory immigrated half of my family that the only justified course of action is to demonize them to death. Or even just pretending them out of existence. It exhausts me to try to transpose myself into thought processes so obsessed with guilt and control. At this point I am moving past hundred-year tides and into glaciers.
I cannot promise at this stage to do anything more than admire them, but![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thisbluespirit made me a pair of personalized bingo cards.
( These sisters waiting to wear their own clothes. )
Having entirely missed the existence of Winteractive these past three years, I can see that I will have to visit the Kraken Crossing before the end of March. In even more belated fashion, I have managed to go more than thirty years without seeing the 1995 BBC Pride and Prejudice partly because nearly everyone I knew in high school was fainting over it and my reactions to most expressions of romance at that time could be described as allergic and bemused, but this interview with Colin Firth has gone a long way toward convincing me that when my brain has reverted to media capability, it too should go on the list.
I cannot promise at this stage to do anything more than admire them, but
thisbluespirit made me a pair of personalized bingo cards.( These sisters waiting to wear their own clothes. )
Having entirely missed the existence of Winteractive these past three years, I can see that I will have to visit the Kraken Crossing before the end of March. In even more belated fashion, I have managed to go more than thirty years without seeing the 1995 BBC Pride and Prejudice partly because nearly everyone I knew in high school was fainting over it and my reactions to most expressions of romance at that time could be described as allergic and bemused, but this interview with Colin Firth has gone a long way toward convincing me that when my brain has reverted to media capability, it too should go on the list.
