Monthly Archives: November 2011

Your broken sexual self

How do we work through sexual trauma? There used to be two models: you work through it promiscuously or frigidly. You have a whole fucking bunch of it, healthy or no, or you don’t have any. The third option, the one rarely mentioned was that … Read more

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Fascia

We talk a lot about connective tissue. Focusing on the pain in my shoulder, I forgot to notice the circuitry of my body. The way my shoulder takes the brunt for my hip. The way I store stress in my jaw and grind away at … Read more

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Skeletons

There was some suspicion, when we gave out invitations to the wedding, that we were making fun of marriage. Day of the Dead? Is that like a real thing? Yes. Quite real. I can’t think of a better way to honor love than to celebrate … Read more

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Where did he go?

She’s trying to explain death to a 4 year old. How you are in this body and then you aren’t. How it can happen after years of struggle. After hearing a rumor that the army is coming. And then reports of their advance. And then … Read more

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Your need is so embarrassing

It’s hard to believe now, but I used to repress my joy. Break it down and stow it in a stuff sack. Hide that shit at the back of the utility closet with the scratchy wool socks. Lean against everything. Write tragic songs. Hone my … Read more

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Anointed

He was born in Hong Kong, educated in Germany, and teaching us World Religion in Hawaii. A furious, explosive little man who bounced about like an endlessly renewing firecracker. The first week of class, he begged the Christians not to slash his tires. “Christianity is … Read more

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Smallish rebellion

We lived across the street from my best friend for two years in Missouri. Our mothers were best friends. Our youngest siblings were best friends and our fathers got along reasonably well. Her older brother was a douche and a bully. He terrorized all the … Read more

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Umami

My love is made of fractions. The harried exchange in a bookstore, years ago, where a girl I found terribly appealing laughed and gave me the whatever┬átreatment. Forget it, player. And a bridge, where she wore giant Jackie O tiger-striped sunglasses. The first time … Read more

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Self correcting

We had Gavin’s parents/student/teacher conference today, and his teacher said something amazing. She showed us a lengthy passage he’d read by sight with a single error marked where he’d read everything instead of everywhere and another little red line with SC above it. … Read more

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Withholding

Enchanted April is one of my favorite movies, and there’s this moment where one of the women admits that she used to parcel love out. She would give precisely as much as she received and not a fraction more. She kept a record of love’s … Read more

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