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Today

Walden, NYToday in order of what I felt the most to least competent doing: mailed gay things from the cutest apple orchard mailbox, walked along foggy rows of trees and held a toddler and a baby. Also: somehow the toddler has decided that my name is George. I'm okay with that.

Today in order of what I felt the most to least competent doing: mailed gay things from the cutest apple orchard mailbox, walked along foggy rows of trees and held a toddler and a baby. Also: somehow the toddler has decided that my name is George. I’m okay with that.

Top-Surgery Selfies

Reflections, 2 weeks after top surgery. Self care is crucial and so is support. A support team in Covid times looks different but it's even more vital. Care isn't always glamorous. It's been a loved one sleeping near my bed in case I needed help. It's been washing all the things (even me) and dropping needs on my porch. Pulling up my pants in the first days and my spirits always. Late night phone calls and care packages, icecream and tea. It's been lifting and holding all the heavy things, quarantining for me, reading to me (and my kids), making meals and memories, enduring the endless selfies I am so giddy to take, it's love notes, high notes, low notes and dancing. It's a web of people woven together in the most unexpected ways; too beautiful to ever be planned, too precious to name. It's stretched near and far, open enough to flex, tight enough to hold. Tonight, on this dark dark night, let us bring back the light together. #holdfast #topsurgery
Reflections, 2 weeks after top surgery. Self care is crucial and so is support. A support team in Covid times looks different but it's even more vital. Care isn't always glamorous. It's been a loved one sleeping near my bed in case I needed help. It's been washing all the things (even me) and dropping needs on my porch. Pulling up my pants in the first days and my spirits always. Late night phone calls and care packages, icecream and tea. It's been lifting and holding all the heavy things, quarantining for me, reading to me (and my kids), making meals and memories, enduring the endless selfies I am so giddy to take, it's love notes, high notes, low notes and dancing. It's a web of people woven together in the most unexpected ways; too beautiful to ever be planned, too precious to name. It's stretched near and far, open enough to flex, tight enough to hold. Tonight, on this dark dark night, let us bring back the light together. #holdfast #topsurgery

1-Week Post-Op Check-In

How am I feeling? It's complicated and healing is a process. So take some of that away. This old @sitelab  was the first tshirt I pulled out of my drawer. The words are accidentally so appropriate. I'm streamlined. I feel like a bunch of floating balloons that are red, shiny, free and also fragile, need to avoid pokey things, a little unpredictable, unruly. And It has yet to register that I get to stay this way.
One week ago was my long LONG awaited top surgery. How am I feeling? It’s complicated and healing is a process. So take some of that away. After getting the drains removed, this old @sitelab was the first shirt I pulled out of my drawer. The words are accidentally so appropriate. I’m streamlined. I feel like a bunch of floating balloons that are red, shiny, free and also fragile, need to avoid pokey things, a little unpredictable, unruly. And It has yet to register that I get to stay this way.