There are mornings when I wake—
my mother’s hands firm in my mind
her jagged skin, split nails,
engine grease lodged into their cracks.
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A personal blog dedicated to insights, musings, and inquiries derived from my life as an queer bodhisattva-minded person whose into radical social change.
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- Techie Tranny
- I feel distanced from a lot fo the ways I'm used to describing myself. Let's leave it at that for now (4/24/09).
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