I’ve started a list of resources that are SiMC aligned = amazing tools for building stronger, more inclusive, and pleasure positive communities. I’ll keep adding as I learn about and celebrate similar additional, internationally vibrant examples of brilliance.
Dementia is a set of symptoms that can include memory loss, impaired judgment and difficulty with language, thinking and problem-solving. Alzheimer's disease is the most common form, but other types include vascular dementia, Lewy body dementia, frontotemporal dementia and mixed dementia.
Terry Tempest Williams in her newest (a bioluminescent book that’s part creative non-fiction, part field guide for wild eyed living, and part poetic autoethnography as love letter to her Utah desert) offers 300 pages as pleasure practice- which is also to write about broken/hearted-ness especially in relation to the horrors of colonizer violence and our impact on climate.
Poetry, a constant reminder. Respair, a 16th-century word meaning ‘fresh hope’ and recovery from despair. Poetry and respair: pile ups of quiet, gradual moments- reflections of a difficult period, redefined flexibility upon release.
I’ve had an erotic epiphany- researching sexualities of different geographies and cultures is part of my climate journey. Since starting Sex in My City (SiMC) in 2016, I’ve described this literary project hundreds of times to folx as an exploration of “the sexual climate of northern Minnesota”. Recently, I recognized this work and telling one’s climate story as an intersectional mapping of QIwP.
“The purpose of a human being is to flourish like the purpose of a fork is to pick up food. Flourishing, as in living up to your potential and being kind and not wasting a lot of energy worrying about the past or the future. Identifying what you love to do and what you're best at and then organizing your time around both in a smart way.” - maria semple
“I like the lady horses best, how they make it all look easy, like running 40 miles per hour is as fun as taking a nap, or grass. I like their lady horse swagger, after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up! But mainly, let’s be honest, I like that they’re ladies. As if this big dangerous animal is also a part of me, that somewhere inside the delicate skin of my body, there pumps an 8-pound female horse heart, giant with power, heavy with blood.” - Ada Limón
From north to south, and back again- I’m welcomed home by a snowy owl. After spending five weeks amongst the barred. Now, Minnesota- under siege, spun open, small circles binding beLoved neighborhoods. These words allows me to queer again my intimacy with place, pain, the plurality of love and hate.
Always a poet or twenty to celebrate in December. Their work, as sentinel, watching weaving wearing the frayed grief and pulsing creativities of a whole year. Imagine! Twelve months worth of words queerly catalogued- ready to reference in this next project we call 2026.
Closing out the year. Rounding a corner. Shellacking favorite “love poems” on my piano, celebrating “ruins” (literal places - perhaps abandoned or forgotten spots - and the emotional devastation of grief, aspirations, feeling in ruins while navigating love, art, work, and family).
Whereas mainstream American narratives focus on the individual, the Blackfoot way of life offers an alternative resulting in a community that leaves no one behind.
I landed in Burlington, Vermont today. REturning to a beLoved home for the first time in 15 years. Embarrassing!? that I’ve been away this long. Not made time to come back. REkindle a key relationship that would shape and become my Queer Intimacy with Place. REmind myself of the state’s dapper geology. REcall unique ways of queering ecology and culture.
"The steel between my thighs is lightning, and the breeze on my back is my wings. The blackness is an oil spill of indigo and cosmos spread before me. I is fire in my lungs, and each breath feel like it almost want to both drown and deliver me. I is riding so fast, I hear every conversation of every winged thing that prevail in the night, and it shudders a sparkle into my spirit, and I can go faster. My skin is glowing, and I is levitating over life, over myself, the hurt, the streetlights. I ain't understanding how gravity release me from the earth, but I is flying. I is pumping my thick thighs until they tingling, pumping and taking the sky into my chest and my legs and it is effortless, like I always know how to do this."
“I’m really tired of watching women of color, in particular, being ignored. So I’m not sorry.”
I attended an event last week about Third Spaces that opened with the question, “If your soul was a work of art, what would it look like?”. That night I had wild, imaginative dreams about my soul being both art work(s) and sex toy(s). I reposed the question, “If my soul was a sex toy, what would my pleasuring feel like?”. Upon waking, I spent time thinking about my sexuality and my community’s sexualities as third spaces.
I look out at lusty blue on blue of horizon, past where I saw a whole fox, tail still fluffy, fire orange fur, frozen solid in deep winter,
as hard as questions in my head’s hollow, “How? How is this possible?” No answer- the round reality that each day dispenses
loses its flavor after minutes flat. Yet the magic!! cracks open, loud Loud frozen water.
The professional athletes, wicked wizards with blades and sticks,
Gendered and agendered bodies, bruised and brave and bellowing,
With (a life time of and) three periods, Win!
The final whistle blows, we all head home
To wait for the cis men in our lives to finally catch up.
Shrubby cinquefoil is often associated with resilience and endurance. This flower blooms from spring to early fall, providing long-lasting beauty. Its vibrant petals symbolize joy, strength, and pleasure in plant speak.