I am a chronically ill queer artist and writer. I have a number of degrees in higher education and have spent most of my life interested and active in social movements against racism, militarism, misogyny and homophobia. Over the course of my life, I have worked in the world of alternate news, translation, law, teaching, and with progressive cultures, music, poetry, performers, and artists. I speak and understand a few languages and plan to share media in them on this blog. I am a poetry, art, music, and nature lover with an especial fondness for cats!
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My dreams are anxious/To allay those I can do little/Since they vanish being brittle/Unlike the virus, quite ferocious.
That line about fondness for cats spoilt it all. my nephew’s cat from the next door flat chewed up my bedcover and forced me to keep many windows shut.
sorry, i do love them!