I work hard to be empathic, and I maintain relationships with people that disagree with me. I'm still trying to understand why a childhood friend voluntarily served two tours in Iraq. (Update: said friend is now an organic farmer on a formerly-Amish farm. War changes people.)
I rarely feel as free elsewhere as I do on a bicycle. I enjoy motorcycles as well, and the antagonism between those two communities makes me sad.
I believe in responsibility. I looked after my amazing dog for 15 wonderful years, and I'm now finding how little that experience prepared me for being a dad. At the same time, I sure hope I never entirely grow up. I want to hang on to my beginner's mind. I don't want to think I have all the answers. Life is messy and fucked up and imprecise, and I love it that way.
If you find me at a costume party, odds are that my costume will involve at least a little gender fluidity.
I'm gradually becoming more and more excited about vipassana meditation.
“Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.”
The pale blue dot. The singularity. The Fermi paradox.
What it means to feel entirely queer and non-binary while--out of long habit--unintentionally presenting as pretty straight and male, and the unfair privilege that affords me.
Where to find a dress that fits my long collar bones and narrow hips.
Camping. Orr hot springs.
You're queer. You're okay with the fact that I already have a primary partner. (We mostly date separately.) You already have a primary partner or other support network of your own.
You're opinionated, but open minded.