Posts in My Words
Excerpts from Journaling About Death

By Karen Tomczak 

Jan 23, 2013.

No amount of wine is going to erase that 3 of my friends are dead in 3 months, all before the age of 22. 

I am going about life, but I feel everything and I feel nothing. I feel the stress of every day like a thorn in my heel. I feel the pull of what the world wants versus the pull of what I want. I feel like someone turned down the dimmer switch on my light. I watch those around me move in a dance of task and routine, a dance of color and lives, in a sea of everything, a sea of nothing. 

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“Memento mori”

 

By Michael Singer

 

"“Mr. S—, are you interested in helping me with a project?” These were the first words spoken to me by Dr. V., as I passed him outside the operating room one morning in September on my rounds collecting surgical specimens. Gray-bearded, bespectacled, attired in a long three-button sport coat to accommodate his lanky frame with a matching paisley tie, he exuded a solemnity and continental élan that stood in stark contrast to his playful demeanor. He introduced himself as V. and asked me to stop by his office that afternoon. After he left, one of the nurses whispered to me: “That’s the chief of surgery.”"

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I Am the Danger

 

By Monica Trausch

The danger was that we loved Lee too much. He was too bright, too warm, too much joy. He danced in the ocean, let you win at foosball, wore neon green t-shirts, and played guitar constantly. He was too much. And we all loved him immediately. Me, Shae, Tyler, Brendan, and Narath. All of us. We loved him strong and fast. But the danger was always there. I mean, we met the guy, threw back a few warm beers and said, sure, man, come live with us. Sure, man, let me hook you up with a job. You can borrow my bike, sure, man. We were so damn sure. Where were our senses? Our instincts? Our insights and observations? Sure, we were drinking a lot back then, sure, man. Sure, we created this little island for ourselves, this lord of the flies thing, and Lee always had the conch and that was the danger. We followed him off of the island.

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Complicated Pussy

 

By Kim Davalos 

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facts.

1. this pussy is complicated.

2. Sex and The City fucked me up.

3. i don’t want to have children.

 

carrie bradshaw was, and honestly, still is, the epitome of life goals. years ago i was going through my first real break up with my first love of four years. at that time, my roommate had the Sex and The City series box set and i thought, “meh, why not give this show a try.” and like anything else i do in my life, i go from zero to one hundred real quick.

 

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Seeing Red

 

By Garrett Omi 

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“Omi-san!” 

She impatiently yelled at me, her annoyance seeping through her heavy Japanese accent. My classmates twiddled their thumbs and exchanged awkward smiles at one another. She leaned in closer.

“You are not from Japan, you are not a Nihonjin. You are from America, you are an Amerikajin. So when I ask you what you are, you do not say ‘Watashi wa Nihonjin desu’ you say ‘Amerikajin’. Wakarimasu ka? Understand?”

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Inheritance

 

Words by Ashley Williams

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When my Granny moves on past breath, I will inherit a plethora of polyester, 

2 million non-matching Tupperwear pieces, and my Granny's life thesis:

 

"A man can be a dog, more than a dog can be a man, but a dog can be more of a man than a man can." 

 

I'll inherit the responsibility of being the keeper and translator of our family legacy impacted by a history of oppression of blackness and all things black men, perpetuated through systems still rocking at the manly blue cradles of my 3rd cousins today; while their young fathers and my aging one rot in cell blocks wishing for the cycle to end. 

 

I've also inherited her gift of creative tongue; my Granny is a storyteller. 

 

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Notes on Attending My First Sex Dungeon:

 

As a 25 year-old-mixed-brown-spiritual-queer-hood-millennial-artist named Jarvis, being unique is my jam sandwich and the soundtrack to my life. Conversations about my personal identity are usually accompanied with a “but…” or “although…” or some varying explanation of how I got here. “My family emigrated from all parts of Latin America…”, “Some of them immigrated to the pacific and settled…”, “I come from toxic masculine culture…”, “Sexuality is fluid…”, “90s cartoons are better than…” All usually while standing in front of someone who needs an explanation to understand the person they're looking at. 

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