Monday, June 4, 2012

things i saw in the tenderloin national forest

part of the Streetopia installation at the Luggage Store


Nomy Lamm's singing and social justice workshop, in which I let myself hold a long loud groan, aloud.

Afterwards, a transgendered person from the forest sort of backed Val and I  against the window of the Luggage Store with her enthusiasm. He was wearing a baby blue bath robe, had a chihuahua on a leash and black lacquered fingernails that curled back to meet her palm. She tapped on the glass and pointed into the installation, the feathers and the Free Cafe. "They pray for us in there". she said. I wanted to ask him if she could pray with/for me then, but I was too shy.

on Twitter

, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before.

My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute

because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.

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