i am accused of tending to the past


i am accused of tending to the past
as if i made it,
as if i sculpted it
with my own hands. i did not.
this past was waiting for me
when i came,
a monstrous unnamed baby,
and i with my mother's itch
took it to breast
and named it
History.
she is more human now,
learning languages everyday,
remembering faces, names and dates.
when she is strong enough to travel
on her own, beware, she will. 



Lucille Clifton

Never underestimate the winning combination of : cayenne, garlic powder, and paprika.  WINNING.

Love, 

Housequeer

Good Gawd. Eat it now. 

Go to the garden, the market, the grocer. 
Eat it raw. 
Enjoy it alone & with friends & with the cats.

It's kind of summer here, SO, please.  Eat all of the fresh and local foods you can. 

...annnnnd when you don't eat all the raw things and you happen to be in chicago : eat vegan mac & cheese and bbq from Soul Vegan!

Can't get enough. 

Sincerely,

Housequeer

I have been in and out of my home for the last few weeks – staying on foldout couches, sleeping bags, wood floors and air mattresses. In lush green, in city gray, in skies above, and in places where I wonder what’s below. I’ve been so excited to come “home” to you, here, and share my photographs, food, and adventures. Yet, I’ve noticed I’ve been avoiding writing about recipes, flavor fancies, or fun stories that encourage shoulders to shrug up with joy and my eyes to squint closed with pleasure. 

I feel like I should offer a recipe, a song, a slice of cake. Yet, I have all of the feelings! 
And, it's muggy. All I want to consume is cold water and cold strawberries.

SO, maybe you are, too, frequented by large doses of nostalgia or déjà vu.

An unsettling creak in the bones, a space between the ribs that falls into the stomach.
A wish for what was or will be, or could be.  

One of the reasons I am so drawn to making art and specifically, documenting and creating evidential objects (photographs, this blog, etc.) is because of my need to grasp these sensory tidbits of longing, adoration and time. 
To put them in the world - the things that we let go of all too quickly.

Oh, the temporality!

Guest post by Rebecca Peters-Golden

Hello again! I’m so glad to be back with the second installment of Queer Young Adult Fiction To Curl Up With. In the first installment (which is HERE), I shared a list of my all-time favorite queer YA fiction. In this installment, I’m bringing you the queer YA that tops my to-read list. Some of these are at the top of my list because they’re by authors I’ve read and loved in the past; some come highly recommended from reviewers and friends I trust; and others just tickle my fancy in general. As with the first installment, I’ve stuck to recently published books (and a couple that are coming out soon, no pun intended). Also: there’s a special surprise at the end. You’re welcome.

Note: all plot descriptions come from Goodreads    

Here’s a little story.

I was expecting a friend over and looked around, finding, my kitchen was a complete mess. We were planning on baking that day, so, I did a quick clean and spritz. 

My friend came over, entered the kitchen, and said, “What have you been doing? Your kitchen smells like Pickles.” 

Let’s begin a "hodgepodge" of a conversation: “a confused mixture,” and, also a relation of “hotchpotch,” which is a term for mutton (apparently, that’s lamb) stew with mixed vegetables. I have neither mutton stew nor mixed vegetables for you today, my dear ones. I’ve been attempting to write and the only word that comes to mind is hodgepodge.

I don’t necessarily have a “confused mixture” to offer, but, I do often have confusion (!): a mix of new images and feelings on how challenging it can be to access, articulate and learn how to engage with the things we care about. I imagine it might be easy for some of you. You have it in the bag. The cat is in the bag? No, the cat is outta the bag. Wait, this has nothing to do with cats.