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i touched the stove & the house burned down

in our blood
men hold each other
like they'll never let go
& then they let go

- a love story -
he came/over
& then he left
but he stayed

a note on the phone app that tells me how far i am from other men’s mouths
headless horsehung horsemen gallop to my gate dressed in pictures stolen off Google


everyone on the app says they hate the app but no one stops


he whispers his name into my lower mouth

i sing a song about being alone

because of its cast or its audience. this movie can't be metaphor for
black people & extinction. This movie can't be abour race.
this movie can't be about black pain or cause black pain.
this movie can't be about a long history of having a long bistory with hurt
this movie can't be abour race. nobody can say nigga in this movie

who can't say it so my face in public. no chicken jokes in this msovie

your master magic trick, America. now he’s breathing, now he don’t. abra-cadaver.

¡ loved a boy once & once he made me a red dirge, skin casket, no burial.


all over his Tims. he needed me so much he had to end me.


i was his secret until i wasn't alive until not. outside our closet

i found a garden. he would love it here. he could love me here.

¡ loved a boy once & once he made me a red dirge, skin casket, no burial.

Korean drinking culture is based on getting drunk as fast as possible-and continuing to drink for as long as possible.

Instead of distilling soju directly, a high-proof ethanol made from sweet potato or tapioca was mixed with water, sweeteners, and preservatives, a far cry from traditional soju.

Buddy read? Anyone?

One of my 2025 reading goals is to do a buddy read, anyone might want to do one with me?

Most people seem so transparent to me, and that scares me so much.

Ahh…reading slump…….

“Defined by everything they do not have, according to their betters. You maybe want to hear about the one who escaped all this, not the ones who live it. The one who is palatable is the one who is different from all the rest. And it is all about what reinforces a sense of superiority, what brings on pity, or disgust instead of a social consciousness of other people's circumstances.”

I have not earned, paid for, nor laboured for them. There is no mathematics of worthiness that reckons I deserve them in any way.

( deserve -> desire logic -> sin-based ? fuel for the control scripts in the west? )

“Memory is a costly process for your brain, requiring much energy and attention to maintain and update. It therefore makes sense that we are set up to optimise on-the-go decision-making, even if that occasionally means blending two sources of information instead of separately quarantining them in our memory stores.”

“Have you ever heard someone say they have difficulty identifying people who belong to a different racial category, remarking that they 'all look the same'? the cross-race effect (or own-race bias).”

I happen to have been thinking about there’s a certain racial group that exhibits limited physical diversity among its members, perhaps due to a relatively small gene pool despite its large population.

Would you like me to interact with your reviews (more often) ?

P38, obi corset, interesting design idea. I’m surprised I’ve never seen before.

[Canadian] government is hell-bent on cultural and moral relativism. The need to seem woke and "culturally sensitive" supersedes the need to save actual children from abuse.

There is no greater stupidity or double standard today. An immoral act is immoral regardless of who is doing it! We should all criticize bigotry, misogyny, child abuse, and other acts against humanity.

“If I don’t win, will you still love me?”

I just realised that I used to (try to) ask this question, but what I really asked was ‘what if I don’t XXXXX’. I guess I was so not in touch with myself to ask the questions I really meant to ask, or I was terrified of getting personal.

我们其实是陌生人，你不知道我的故事，我不知道你的故事，我们在各自的故事里呕心沥血，肝肠寸断，却不对彼此说。

that feeling of transparency we associate with ordinary consciousness may owe more to familiarity and habit than it does to verisimilitude. As a psychonaut put it, "If it were possible to temporarily experience another person's mental state, my guess is that it would feel more like a psychedelic state than a 'normal' state, because of its massive disparity with whatever mental state is habitual with you."

Is a platitude so deeply felt still just a platitude? No, I decided. A platitude is precisely what is left of a truth after it has been drained of all emotion. To resaturate that dried husk with feeling is to see it again for what it is: the loveliest and most deeply rooted of truths, hidden in plain sight.

If you share any of these ideas with even one other person, you’ll be expanding the global space in which women can live with confidence and joy.

How easily princes played. How easily they spoke of dreams they had no business offering.

They want to learn the history of the people, but not the ones who are here now, waving signs in their faces, asking them for clean drinking water, asking them why their women are going missing, asking them why their land is being ruined. They want fantastical stories of the Indians that used to roam this land.
They want my culture behind glass in a museum. But they don't want me. I'm not Indian enough.

Completely thrown, I found myself taking a step back, even though I knew, logically, that there was nothing outright offensive about her behavior. If anything, she probably had a better heart in her than I did--why else would she be reacting this strongly, years after the shooting had taken place? Yet I felt insulted. I wanted her to stop filtering the world through her own tears.

Perfilados bien por un fondo de paredes celestes o de cielo alto, dos compadritos envainados en seria ropa negra bailan sobre zapatos de muier un baile gravísimo, que es el de los cuchillos parejos, hasta que de una oreja salta un clavel porque el cuchillo ha entrado en un hombre, que cierra con su muerte horizontal el baile sin música.