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Muttday Morning News #8 This week Almost Broke Me

I'm so freaking tired y'all. I didn't even cover the whole thing of Trump threatening to shutdown the entire government unless democrats agree to discontinue healthcare for trans folks.

I didn't talk about how even writing the Sumud Flotilla story or setting up it's image keeps bringing me to tears because I'm so happy people are starting to really fight for Palestinians, but I still can't shake the feeling the same folks aren't fighting for their trans neighbors.

What I did talk about those, well, there was a lot.

Mutt-Day Morning News Pet Play

Muttday Morning News #4

Muttday Morning News Survived a whole month!

Sadly the reward is a really bad news week. Yup, I'm talking about the shooter, hiding our heads in the sand doesn't help. Also talking about the CDC, protests in Jakarta, Newsom being a weirdo, the CO state legislature trying to kneecap it's own ai regularity bill, sorry, it was a freaking week y'all.

But I do have some positive news in the back half.

For the record, this week’s outfit was specifically picked because like 3 commenters told me to button my shirt last episode.

If there’s one thing I refuse to do, it listen to straight men who don’t like boobs

Poetry Pride Poetry Project Writing

0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34

Yeah, it was the Fibonacci sequence.

Apologies, this was supposed to be out a few days ago but between a therapist mandated grieving day and a date; well, explaining my poetry rules sort of fell by the wayside.

Poetry Pride Poetry Project Writing

Forged Utility

While Oh Sweetest Succor might be the gayest poem I ever wrote, I think this might be the most… rhetorically and politically vitriolic, even including that one I wrote about how First They Came was written by a fucking Nazi white washing his own history.

Besides that… well I think it speaks for itself.

Poetry Pride Poetry Project Writing

Borne of Root or Rot?

Cultivar is one of my favorite words ok? I didn't mean to use it in two poems in a row, but it was that or use what will be the final piece in between and… well I guess it and this are both… heavy at best.

Poetry Pride Poetry Project Writing

Breaking or Broken?

There we go, made it to the final of the three poems I wrote together. To Be… What? and Joy certainly had a different vibe. Apparently that’s what happens when I’m inexplicably inspired to write weird number sequence poetry while watching my girlfriend/mate/handler and her friend play DDR.

Poetry Pride Poetry Project Writing

Un-done Un-ity

I did say I was interrogating some heavy shit and especially dog/puppygirl idiosyncrasies. I don’t want to talk too much about this one, as I fear speaking to my intent or perspective would read as prescriptive. So I leave you to contemplate.

Poetry Pride Poetry Project Writing

Of Sweetest Succor

Yes, I saved the extremely lesbian poem as my opener for the final day of my silly Pride poetry project. A lot of my other final day poems are going to be heavy, complex, or are directly interrogating some of my own, seemingly universal, dog girl idiosyncrasies.

Poetry Pride Poetry Project Writing

Just a Fib

I’ll be honest, this one was an attempt to be cute, but ended up with something kind of heavy. I really shouldn’t be able to make something this harsh when my seed word was “fib” but I ended up sort of fixating on the banal ways the lies of those with power are framed.

Poetry Pride Poetry Project Writing

Anxiety

Fuck. I’m not really ready to talk about this one, but I should anyway.

I said in the To Be…What?’s write up that I wrote it, Joy, and one of tomorrow’s poems simultaneously and that they were the first three I wrote intentionally using the number sequence I built this little project around, but they weren’t the first poems written. That dubious honor goes to Anxiety here.