I can’t seem to stop writing poetry lately, so here’s more.
It’s time for another one of these, I guess…
I keep writing poetry about myself, and then I have to share it. It must be some terrible illness.
Joey Comeau was my introduction to queer theory.
Poor people accumulate work because being poor means knowing that, sooner or later, the bad times will be upon you. We accumulate unpaid bills. Or old phone chargers. Even worries.
GERARDO TECÉ – CTXT August 2020 ( Link to Original Text )
I’m considering the possibility of becoming a prepper, I don’t know if the term rings a bell. Around this time every year, I dedicate some of my holiday time to the research of various social trends, religious faiths and popular ways of life, just in case one of them fits me –and because independence breeds uncertainty. Continue reading “Translation: The Avocado”