“Aw,†She says. “Poor baby girl, you’ve worked yourself half to death.†“Mmhmm,†I nod sleepily, I have worked every day since I got to Alaska. It’s noon and I have to get up, even though I just got here and fell asleep in the driveway a few hours ago. Healer heard my alarm going… Continue reading The Whore Diaries
Category: Ecofeminist Musings
Smithereens
I call her first, when I cross into cell phone land. Of course I do. She is my sanity, my guru, my mother figure. A million times she’s birthed my changing with her words, and now she lays in a bed in a big scary city and I roam the world in my van home,… Continue reading Smithereens
Eighteen Months of Van Dwelling: Evolution
I’ve been living in my Chevy Astro for eighteen months now. I think it is the longest I have lived in one dwelling ever, except for the time I accidentally bought a house and was stuck for four years. The beauty of it is, that in eighteen months in one dwelling I’ve driven seventy something… Continue reading Eighteen Months of Van Dwelling: Evolution
Return to Faery (fuck capitalism)
I woke up the other day with the total intention of driving north. That’s what made sense, to go where the money is, if not good, at least consistent. But Helga didn’t want to go north. She wanted to go west. I stood in the sand and spun in circles until I got dizzy and… Continue reading Return to Faery (fuck capitalism)
If everyone ate this way, there would be no disease…
Darcy finished her nutrition thesis, which is about the nutritional needs of pregnancy. Part of it is a meal plan, which provides all the nutrition you could possibly need to live and not get sick, plus a few extra calories for pregnancy. If you’re at all interested in food, you should go to Darcy’s blog and… Continue reading If everyone ate this way, there would be no disease…
Cooing Epiphanies
Katies dog, Mutt, is trained in Algonquin. She says the prettiest words to him. Wendiha, mostly. (I’m sure I’m spelling that entirely wrong). She says “coo! coo!” sometimes too. Like an owl or a mama buffalo, but faster. I thought it meant hurry, at first, because she always said it when she was holding the… Continue reading Cooing Epiphanies
Stripping, Class, and The Secret
When I was a kid things were really simple. People with running water and jobs were Stupid Rich People, and you felt a little disdainful of them because they were stupid enough to spend their lives working so that they could spend their money like sheep. Running water, junk food, new clothes. We didn’t need… Continue reading Stripping, Class, and The Secret
How to Dumpster Dive
There was a whole dumpster diving culture where I grew up, so much that the stores started locking their dumpsters. It was okay, though, we stole their keys and made copies of them. I lived in a bookstore then. A few of us did, it wasn’t radical or anything, we were just homeless and the… Continue reading How to Dumpster Dive
Davka
aquinas never understood why he masturbated every morning with those devil women witches in his head. if he would have heard us in her truck at midnight on the steel city overpass proving the pi fibbonaci sequence in the spiraling of hips, in the serpent woman dance of the ancients, he would have seen god… Continue reading Davka
I'm a Beaver Goddess
Jonna and I (and some other people) were talking about killing beavers and eating their yummy tails. Beavers are the yummiest animals, but also the sweetest most balanced human-like animals. If you watch them they never waste a single stick or reed, and they communicate verbally like little children do. They live in small family… Continue reading I'm a Beaver Goddess