Author: b2c-fgf
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Order?
What is it that the great masses of my countryman base their lives in fear and want to be “ruled” by Tasmanian devil with no thought of the other. The ego reigns at the moment… or has the spotlight. Embracing the “we”, I have to go forward. More grief, more loss, is life a constant…
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Nuronic
Letter to Mary in response to her research into red light therapy. Morning. I’m not sure why, but I’m feeling uneasy when it comes to this Neuronic group. But it brings up a good issue…how to “actively” take care of my body with this “disease” ( that I keep hoping will disappear one morning). What options to…
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Dopey
Quiet, breathing shallow, now breathing deeper, finding the words, while my legs bubble like poured 7Up in a glass. It’s no longer a new sensation a year on. But daily noise layered upon low anxiety of never knowing how the day will go. Cloudy brain cells that prod me to not move, to give in…
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Walking tall
Never be ashamed of who you are – what ever characteristic that day may catch your ire. Notice the difference of walking into Sunday event as opposed to Saturday and how you felt afterward. Saturday was filled with gay men – younger thinner and stylish in a bowl full of lovely gold fish. Seeing them…
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Pink Day
My head is throbbing and heavy – as I wake up, play the games in the NYTs, watch the candle burn on your alter. Lately PTSD scene waft in and I breathe them stage right. Always the hospital, always that six months 2 1/2 years ago. Even my posture in bed reminds me of trying…
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Skin
I’m fascinated by the way my upper lip feels. It’s been over 20 years since I’ve had a clean face, no hair to adorn it and the top of my head no longer has the weeds growing on top. My lips are a gash across the large planes of my head. Uncomfortably feminine. My mother’s…
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anxiety, a disorder…
I had an anxiety attack yesterday mid day. It was so easily slipped into even though I hadn’t experienced one in 6 months, not to this degree. Images of your death, PTSD are flowing into my days and I have to stamp on them like one of those beautiful red flying insects invading the US…
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Gnats
Distractions trigger a response. I hear them loud and clear in my mind trying to work out their senseless obvious conclusions… impassioned negative energy thrown about can glide quickly into my being. A simple BOE candidate debate turns into a brawl of egos….it’s infected – no – stirred my inner psyche so all I hear…
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Shark
Sitting in the dunes as high tide erased the shoreline, I understood I could pay for this. It was just cool enough that the warm midday sand warmed my legs and the sun felt temperate. Fisherman and their fishing families, fishing children, fishing clusters of generations – all casting, looking to the horizon for a…