for beautiful you are my world

[archae-heart-deactivated2021012]

the golden light

[lifeinpoetry]

only laughing can i survive the violence of everyday transactions

— Rita Wong, from “reading my dinner,” Monkeypuzzle

[archae-heart-deactivated2021012]

those of us born in loss only trust the light

[homeplanetblues]

i go to bed early more often than not. carson falls asleep next to me and i drink and scroll til my eyes close. we wake up together (i am so content).

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I came, I saw, I fangirled, I never calmed down

[lifeinpoetry]

Some days I can’t escape the feeling

that something is touching me, that I’m inescapably touching myself. This is my body, I think, repulsed.

— Elisa Gabbert, from L'Heure Bleue, or the Judy Poems

[homeplanetblues]

there’s a side of my bed that smells like you

[thebluesthour]

“The blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.”

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights

[oktoberlyons]

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.

William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via tat-art)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I don’t know where you are, and where we are, only that we are part of each other.

Innokenty Annensky, tr. by Lubov Yakovleva, from “Petersburg,” c. 1902 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[homeplanetblues]

when i say i forgive you but i can no longer trust you

what i mean is

you can be an instrument of violence without being its original author

[homeplanetblues]

yesterday i said to f. “this year has been too much” and then i got to thinking about what i mean when i say that, when i say that something is “too much”

and i suppose what i mean is that this year i was too close to breaking more times than i care to remember, and though i’m still alive and at times pleasantly surprised by my own hidden strength, i am tired in a way i’ve never been tired before

but then this morning in my journal i wrote “exhaustion has been my saving grace” and it’s true because if i didn’t spend months wrapped in a cocoon of darkness i’d still be steamrolling ahead with a to-do list a mile long in front of me 

(saying it’s fine, it’s fine, everything’s fine)

i guess what i’m trying to say is that grief has leeched away all the extraneous parts of me and i no longer have the energy to be hateful or petty or even to pretend to care when i do not, and although sometimes i still wish i could turn cold and hard the fact is i carry in me a heart that loves with painful intensity and i no longer have a choice but to continue letting each day in

[lifeinpoetry]

I live a life That burns a hole through life, that leaves a scar for life, That makes me weep for another life. Define life.

— Terrance Hayes, from American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin

[elesq]

Wallflowers (mini series) Ink and pressed flowers

[lifeinpoetry]

Her anger achingly sharp, chin like a periscope, the fact

of her like the pinprick of a morning planet. Her body is so light it is hydrogen, her mind a penciled nucleus. The best likeness, her living. The bitter, stippled image of a woman, her refusal.

— Jenny Molberg, from “In Which Ophelia Reopens the Box of Hamlet’s Drawings,” published in Juxtaprose

[hush-syrup]

“I am not equal to my longing. Somewhere there should be a place the exact shape of my emptiness— there should be a place responsible for taking one back.”

— From Concerning That Prayer I Cannot Make by Jane Mead

[granvarones]

as we all celebrate adam rippon and his brilliant performance this past week for the figure team competition at the winter olympics in pyeongchang, i want to remind the universe of the fabulous rudy galindo, a latinx HIV positive gay man who queered the figure skating world more than 20 years ago.

after winning a few junior championships, rudy got a taste of national success skating with kristi yamaguchi, when they won the US national championships in both 1989 and 1990. their partnership soon ended as kristi began her very successful career as a solo skater. rudy’s solo skating career was quite the opposite.

although surviving extreme poverty, rudy’s family had sacrificed everything to support his dream as a figure skater. during the late 80s  and early 90s, rudy struggled personally as two of his coaches and his brother George succumbed to HIV. his sister laura became his coach.

after taking 8 months off from competing, the 1996 US championships were taking place in his hometown of san jose, california. rudy decided to give his skating dream one more shot and decided to compete. he would skate one of the most beautiful and most remembered long programs ever.

with thousands of people cheering for him, rudy became the oldest US  national champion. he became the first out national champion. he became the first mexican-american national champion. that night, rudy became a gawd damn legend!

rudy would go on to win the bronze medal at the world championships. he retired from competing soon after but still skated professionally and chyle, he gave you performances! in april of 2000, he disclosed that he was living with HIV. he skated to “ soon in the clowns” soon after.

“HIV/AIDS is not a death sentence. you can go out there and do what you want.” rudy galindo. he has become an HIV advocate and now coaches kristi yamaguchi’s daughter. and despite not initially having the support of the skating world, rudy is now celebrated as a pioneer.

fun fact: when i was in the hospital w/ a t-cell count of 100, the woman i shared a room with, in an attempt to make me feel better, said, “you know who rudy galindo is? he is so lovely. like you, so lovely.” that shit still stays with me. “if he can survive this, so can you”

much like rudy, i survived and found that place over the rainbow to shine. 

we celebrate you, rudy!