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Friday, November 20th, 2015 10:37 pm
I have been a sad and absent little blogger on DW. Do any of my old friends still remember me around here?

There are so many plot bunnies hiding in the corners of my mind, and I feel like I'd like to take a crack at them, but I don't know if I have the kind of support structure I need to sustain an effort. (I also don't know if having a support structure actually helps me at all, given my executive dysfunction and other lovely autistic traits.)

Anyway, hello?
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Thursday, September 5th, 2013 02:05 am
Today an educator spoke of
A "cradle to career pipeline"
As if our children were a commodity
To be pumped out of women's vaginas,
Transported to a facility to be refined,
And brought to the labor market
As efficiently as possible.

He is wrong.

Our children are the rich brown soil
Out of which the future will grow
And will be best cultivated
By allowing them to be carried along the river of growth
To accrete into the alluvial delta
Of tomorrow.
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Monday, May 27th, 2013 01:39 am
Let me whisper your body a symphony,
Kiss a melody onto your fingers,
Finger the chords of your passion
As your skin tightens
And vibrates to the drumbeat.
Let us pass notes back and forth,
Up and down the scale,
And tie strings to each other's hearts
As we rest together after.
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Tuesday, May 21st, 2013 02:13 am
The river, the one they call
The Drowningtide,
Appeared out of nowhere one spring,
Rushing across the furrows of tilled land.
In its wake, it left mud and death.

For a time, the dirty water flowed,
Cutting its channels through croplands
In a manageable current.
It irrigated the growth
Of useful things,
Of things that could be sold,
But it was always there,
Always covering land that before could be planted.

Sometimes, in the heat of summer,
It would dry up,
Teasing with the possibility of reclaiming those acres.
That was never wise.
The Flood was always in the offing,
Waiting to tear down the new growth.

In the evening,
I often sit on its bank,
And wonder if the day will come
When I throw myself into the river.
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Tuesday, May 14th, 2013 11:45 pm
I love the shape of your body -
The way it bounces and jiggles when you laugh,
Its folds and hidden valleys in the darkness,
The cascades of you upon my belly
As you straddle me in the morning.

There is exactly enough of you,
As much as is needed,
And not an ounce or an inch that I do not want.

You are a gift
In a package of just the right size
To hold you,
And I adore the way you are wrapped,
The decorations you choose to adorn yourself.

I long to take you home
And open you
And explore all you have given me.
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Saturday, January 19th, 2013 03:19 am
I am in a pretty awful place in my head just now. There's a great deal of dark and terrible in my past -- things that I am never going to talk about -- that weigh down on me beyond endurance sometimes. It's tough, y'know, when you see people who talk about how you don't deserve to be alive, and they're people you like and admire and respect, and you kinda think they're right. It's tough when it's your friends saying things like that, and reminding you that you don't even have the right to want someone to care about how close you are to buying into it.

Sometimes, mistakes are permanent. Thirty years have not made mine fade very much at all.
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Wednesday, December 26th, 2012 01:46 am
May I have a word with you?
It will only take a moment.
One word
Seems so small,
Of little moment, as one might say.
But a word, a word is so much more,
Its countless shades of meaning,
Layered one upon the other,
Mocking the tiny compartment
In which the dictionary would have it.
A mountain of experience
Has shaded the nuances of every word ever spoken,
A river of tears,
An ocean of memories.
Each word calls forth a thousand pictures,
Every one with its import,
And I am just one man.
Hundreds of millions of lifetimes
Have constructed every verb,
Informed every noun,
Impregnated every adjective.
All the weight of the world bears down
On a handful of letters.
So, if you have a moment,
I’d like a word with you.
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Thursday, December 20th, 2012 10:21 pm
Sometimes, I just want to turn everything off at night, and let this game be over, and start a new game in the morning.
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Saturday, December 15th, 2012 03:49 am
I dreamed you, last night,
Were soft and yielding, no matter how hard my head
That you held as I leaned against you.
You gave me comfort, and filled my arms when I was lonely.

I dreamed you, last night,
Enfolded me in your warm embrace
When sleep wouldn't come.
I felt secure with you around me,
And the weight of you on my chest.

I panicked when I woke
Unable to breathe, my face buried in the pillow
Suffocating me.
My arms were fouled in my blanket; I couldn't move
Nor feel my legs, because the sheet had become tangled
And cut off circulation.
I wished that I could be asleep again,
Even for five more minutes.
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Friday, December 7th, 2012 02:10 am
Do you remember that time
When we didn't go skating?
I think I was in seventh grade,
Or maybe I was in eighth grade and you were in seventh
In different schools, and we hadn't met yet
And we didn't go skating

And do you recall
When we were in high school
And we didn't go to that movie?
You know the one, it had Michael J Fox in it,
Or maybe it was Harrison Ford,
And my friends and your friends
Were different sets of friends
And we barely knew each other.
To this day I can't forget
All the fun we didn't have.

Oh, and the dance we didn't go to,
Do you remember that too?
The limousine we didn't rent,
And the dress you weren't wearing,
And how nice I didn't look?
That was the night I didn't tell you
How I felt about you
For the very first time.

I still think back often
On all those years after we graduated
When we weren't dating.
There are so many places we used to not go together
That are filled with the memory of the absence of you.
Whenever I sit and drink a cup of coffee
All by myself
It's always you I'm not with,
In my mind.

Sometimes I reminisce about
The wedding we didn't have,
And quietly reflect on
The children we haven't raised
As I sit up late at night
Instead of going to bed
Without you.

Today, I am feeling older than I am,
And each day a little more so.
I can sense myself slipping away
Into that darkness where I can take no companion.
Through all of life's turbulence
You have not been here,
And now at the last you remain
Away from my side.
This, this only,
I regret.
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Monday, September 24th, 2012 12:44 am
With some thought, I’ve come to the conclusion it’s really not at all surprising that Ron Paul is so popular among the college kids. The TeaParty / Libertarian / Fiscal Conservative elements of the Republican Party have a natural “in” with the youth vote. They tell a story that’s very relatable if you still live with your parents, or have just recently moved out.

It’s easy to envision the government as the ultimate Mom and Dad. When you’re a child, authority means your parents. When you become an adult, the face of authority is the government.

What the Far Right want is to paint the Democrats as the mean parent. Who’s always telling you to watch your mouth, clean up your room,and turn your music down? Dadocrat. Mr. “My Roof, My Rules.” The one who tells you what you can and can’t spend your allowance on, but when you want to get a job, tells you if that’s what you want, then it looks like it’s time for you to pay some taxes rent and help out with the bills around the house.

The Republicans want to sell the idea that they’re the good parent, encouraging you to go out and get a job so you can afford your own house, and so they can stop needing to give you an allowance, because you want to be independent and self-sufficient.

But that’s not the whole story.

To carry the analogy to its logical conclusion, we need to understand that you’re fourteen. No matter how old you really are, in the government/citizen relationship, you are a teenager. You always will be. Governments are not around to help you become an independent sovereign in your own right. Governments exist precisely because there needs to be some authority to settle disputes between equal citizens who can’t or won’t come to mutually agreeable terms. They will always be able to send you to your room.

The parent the Republicans are trying to sell you doesn’t acknowledge that. The reality is, they’re ready to toss you out on the street at fourteen because you’re not contributing enough to the household. They aren’t going to make sure you go to school. They don’t want to pay the tuition anyway. They will remind you at every opportunity that your prescriptions are ruining them, but gloss over how much money they spend on their guns and multiple home security systems and spy cameras and hiring shady characters to snoop on the neighbors.

They make no secret of the fact your oldest brother is their favorite. He’s the only one who ever gives them birthday cards or presents on Father’s Day. Never mind that he makes you give him some of your allowance every time you want to use the laptop, or pick what’s on TV, or borrow his bike. They’re his. They bought them for him. He can do what he wants with them. But they aren’t going to buy you toys or things ofyour own, because there’s already plenty in the house. Go talk to your brother.

The Democratic parent is the one who’s really going to give you the support you need. “We care about you, no matter who you are or how you dress.” “Sure, you have a part-time job, but it certainly doesn’t pay enough to live on, so we’re not asking for rent, and if the pay is *really* crappy, we’ll even continue supplementing it with an allowance. And you’re always welcome to eat dinner here if the food budget is tight.” Do you want to live in your parents’ basement forever? No. But if the alternative is living on the street, it’s nice to know it would be there if you needed it, isn’t it?

Sadly, though, you (and I, and all of us) are caught in the middle of this nasty divorce. The Democrats are really trying to be there for us, but at the moment, all they can offer is words of support and some favors here and there. Why? Because anything of significance still needs both signatures, and the Republicans refuse to sign anything – even the checks for our mortgage and doctor’s appointments – unless they get their way on everything under the sun.

This is why I’m begging you, when the custody hearing comes up in November, to please tell the judge we want to live with the Democrats. It’s time for the Republicans to move out, and let us get on with our lives.

Share this, please.

(also on my tumblr.)

(Edited for some spacing issues I just noticed.)
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Thursday, September 6th, 2012 08:57 pm

An Evening At the Democratic National Convention

An Opportunity Missed

Scene: a stage at the Democratic National Convention. It is empty except for a podium center stage front.

[Enter President Clinton stage left, carrying a chair. He crosses to the podium, setting the chair down at the back of the stage a few steps before center stage. He then proceeds to the podium.]

President Clinton: So, I've got President Obama sitting here.

[Pause for audience reaction. As soon as the reaction begins to die down, President Obama walks out from backstage and approaches the stage left entrance. He stops there and looks curiously at President Clinton. President Clinton takes no notice.]

President Clinton: We're here to nominate a President, and I've got one in mind.

[President Obama looks at the audience for a moment. Then, during the following remarks, he walks slowly but confidently to the chair on the stage, where he stands listening.]

President Clinton: I want to nominate a man whose own life has known its fair share of adversity and uncertainty. A man who ran for President to change the course of an already weak economy and then just six weeks before the election, saw it suffer the biggest collapse since the Great Depression. A man who stopped the slide into depression and put us on the long road to recovery, knowing all the while that no matter how many jobs were created and saved, there were still millions more waiting, trying to feed their children and keep their hopes alive.

I want to nominate a man cool on the outside [President Obama takes his shades out of his shirt pocket, puts them on, and sits down. He continues listening.] but burning for America on the inside. A man who believes we can build a new American Dream economy driven by innovation and creativity, education and cooperation. A man who had the good sense to marry Michelle Obama.

I want Barack Obama to be the next President of the United States and I proudly nominate him as the standard bearer of the Democratic Party.

President Obama: [standing up] Thank you, Mr. President!

President Clinton: [turning, feigning surprise] You're welcome, Mr. President!

President Obama: I had to make sure the fact checkers would rate "President Obama is sitting in that chair" as at least "Mostly True" for you.

[President Obama shakes hands with President Clinton, exits stage left.]

President Clinton: [continues delivery of speech as written]
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Saturday, September 1st, 2012 04:56 am
Because it's so much easier to post pics on tumblr than on dw, here. Totally SFW, unless you work for the Romney campaign.
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Thursday, August 30th, 2012 11:35 pm
Neil Gaiman on how Neil Gaiman feels about Neil Gaiman RPF.
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Thursday, August 30th, 2012 08:13 pm
I'm starting a collection:
[ profile] stuffparentssay

Please, come contribute your random parenting on-sequiturs! :)
[Edit: user / site tag]
adalger: Are You My Mother? baby bird (waaaaaah)
Tuesday, August 21st, 2012 07:35 pm
Chase screwed me over, yet again. So, out of desperation, I'm offering my writing at a penny a word to anyone who might be interested. You set a minimum length and give me a prompt or an outline, I give you fiction.

If I go over the minimum length, you don't get charged for the extra. I.e., if you send me a dollar, and I get madly inspired and send you a novel, we're even. Consider it a bonus. :)

Since poetry is a different beast altogether, I'll write to any form at $ 0.10/line instead of by word count. You supply the form and the prompt or theme. If the form doesn't specify a length (as sonnets and villanelles do), then as with fiction, I'll also need a length. Same rules apply.

Signal boosts and commiseration are also madly appreciated.
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Monday, August 20th, 2012 10:43 pm
Petey ran the fingers of his right hand along the decorative binding on the edge of the curtain. It was made of the same sheer cotton as the curtain itself, sky blue and almost transparent, but with a lacy embroidered pattern that gave it a fascinating texture. For as long as he could remember, he had done this. According to his mother, it was even longer.

When he was two, or maybe three, he had started walking away from play-dates with other toddlers when they got loud, or pushy, or when they started moving too fast, or when there were too many people around. He would walk over to the window, feel the fabric, look outside at the narrow sidewalk, and seem to forget about whatever was going on in the living room. After a minute or so, he would turn around and enthusiastically join back in with whatever was going on, until the next time.

When he was five, he had started twirling himself up in the curtains, and claiming he was a ghost or a mummy or invisible. That’s when “Petey’s Magic Curtain” had entered the family lexicon. Mom didn’t seem to mind having to wash them every week. She didn’t even get mad about the occasional jelly stains, or the residue of a runny nose when he had a cold.

She did mind when he was nine, and managed to figure out how the curtain came off the rod. She had walked into the living room in the morning to discover that a nightmare had woken him up in the night. He had fallen back asleep on the couch, wrapped in the soft blue fabric. They had had a discussion about the appropriate uses of furniture and decorations, and what to wear in the areas of the house that weren’t his bedroom. This cleared up a minor point of confusion for him, because he had been sure she had told him he could sleep in whatever he wanted. Now he knew that was based on the assumption he would be sleeping in his bed.

He pressed the fabric against his face, seeing the traffic on the road through its hazy blue filter. It did funny things to the colors of the cars passing by. He loved how his magic curtain had the power to change the world.

He became aware of the voices in the kitchen again. They were talking about him, even after he had left. That had been the hardest thing to convince his step-father to go along with, in the end. He had been eleven when his mother remarried. Daddy Steve could relate to the need to walk away from a conversation sometimes, but he didn’t really understand how Petey worked. He’d had to be shown, by Petey repeatedly coming back after a minute or two and hardly needing to catch up at all. It was worse when they waited for him, because then he felt a little guilty about making things take longer. Also, Daddy Steve got grumpy when he had to stop in the middle of a sentence, so just letting him continue on helped things go more smoothly.

Petey turned around and went back to the kitchen. He walked up behind his mother, leaned over, and kissed her cheek. He stepped over behind Daddy Steve and did the same. Then he sat back down. “Mom,” he asked, “this summer camp sounds like a great place. I don’t think I’d be scared at all, if I can take my magic curtain with me.”

Daddy Steve looked like he was about to say something, but Mom laid a hand on his arm, smiled, and said, “Of course, dear.” Daddy Steve quickly covered her hand with his other hand, smiled too, and nodded.
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Saturday, August 18th, 2012 06:49 pm
friendblab appears to have been completely taken down.