Back On My Bullshit

After several years away from blogging, encouraged by increasingly micro-platforms dominated by images, videos, and other text-averse platforms I am back on the blog. Part intellectual, part therapy, part shouting into the void, I plan to use this space to keep notes for a larger project and to spend a little time every day producing words. On one of the best (of many) podcasts I consume, In Bed With the Right has been doing a month-by-month recap of Germany 1933 including day-to-day diaries of contemporaneous writers like Thomas Mann. The quotidian juxtaposed with the Looming History we know is coming is both illuminating and terrifying. Hearing people assess what they are seeing and hearing, weighing choices about staying, leaving, fighting, or folding, and documenting losses both political and personal is humbling. Are we in a similar moment?

I am not Thomas Mann, I am just A Man. I want to take a moment away from the Infinite Scroll to think about my present and slow my thoughts to the speed of text. I want to be more deliberate and document. I am a professional author (barely), I do research (sometimes), and I am trans (full time.) I want to think about a livable life in this moment while I am still alive.