The Breakup Theory
Today, I tackle a letter with an old friend, Amar, who some of you may know from The Final Straw. The breakup of a long monogamous relationship and the debut of a new polyamorous life, international romance beset by war and geopolitics, and a planned encounter canceled at the last minute.
Nitrate Fires
Now Im gonna level with you: I went to see Lee Cronin's The Mummy because I had an afternoon to kill on my book tour, and it was this, Michael (lol yikes nope) or Super Mario Galaxy. While I briefly considered Mario, when you're traveling around
Dean and I talked at the Center for Lesbian and Gay Studies on Trans Day of Visibility, and we had a really beautiful conversation that was very needful for me on a hard day. It was released this week as an episode of Dean's great podcast, Love in
My book The Extended Universe: How Disney Destroyed the Movies and Took Over the World, comes out officially from Haymarket next Tuesday, and I'll be doing a number of tour events to celebrate the launch! My first string of events is on the East Coast, but I'
The Breakup Theory
Today I talk with the great writer and friend Megan Milks about their new essay collection Mega Milk, published by Feminist Press. Megan explores milk both literal and metaphorical toward questions of names, transition, family history, nourishment, animals, agriculture, business, and land.
If we normalize not hiding financial issues, then we start to reframe our relations to money away from privacy, and more towards knowledge sharing, which can then lead to resource sharing.
The Breakup Theory
Today I am sharing a conversation I recorded with Elia Ayoub to discuss and analyze the US-Israeli war on Iran. We recorded on Tuesday March 10, and events keep changing, but this conversation will be relevant since we look at the geopolitical causes and consequences.
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The Art Under Empire series explores the importance of staying engaged with our artistic/creative endeavors in these precarious times, and why art matters now more than ever! Each featured radical creative answers the same ten questions about the intersection of art, politics and the personal, sharing insights on how
The right wing is correct: this is a culture war—and we cannot cede ground or meet them on their territory. The question we pose—how do we live now?—aims to turn our attention towards the beauty we make every day in refusal, relationship, dreaming, and making life both individually and together.
For this equinox writers circle (March 28), we will bring seasonal themed prompts for you to weave more spells: let’s write together and continue co-creating a world worth living in.
Join us for the next book club meeting!
In this episode, I talk with P. about his book God, Aritifical Intelligence, and Me: Some Notes on Being Raised Catholic, God, Atheism, Consumerism, Artificial Intelligence, and Just How Fucked Up It Feels to Be Alive Sometimes :) I think that says it all!
The next day, the trees are gone, dismembered and shattered, like an old battleground littered with corpses blown to pieces from ordinance. But it is sap you smell not blood.
Taking a radical approach to despair, Simon(e) van Saarloos and Shuli Branson integrate queer nihilism with the openness of transition, delinking hope and change to operate in the shadows of a progressive rainbow that demands assimilation, rationality, and maturity.
Like with mutual aid, our survival is collective and interwoven.
The great Io @bum.lung invited Shuli on to their podcast The Spectacle (a podcast for people who like movies and hate cops) to dig into Guillermo Del Toro’s adaptation of the much-adapted Frankenstein. They ask the big questions like: “Why?” “How?” and of course “Who?”
What will you be planting this winter? How will you celebrate the return of the sun?
This song is for all survivors. I love you.
The sun pours down incessantly, beating us down with the light of love. It does hide itself from time to time, it seems to leave us seasonally, and yet the light is always there.