Duointherain
Bio
I write a lot of lgbt+ stuff, lots of sci fi. My big story right now is The Moon's Permission.
I've been writing all my life. Every time I think I should do something else, I come back to words.
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January Again
I’ve written about my kitty before. I wrote about how January came into my life before, but she was just a little kitten then. She could crawl into my diet soda boxes and peer out at the world like a queen in her palace. She’s way more of a queen now than she ever was, even if she prefers to lay on my laundry basket, which is right by my desk.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Petlife
Chauvin Trial: Act Two
OH MY Goodness! So I opened up the trial today and the Defense is examining their witness who is an expert on carbon monoxide... this argument is that Floyd died because Chauvin held his head near the tail pipe of the squad car. Like... how is his better for Chauvin?
By Duointherain5 years ago in Criminal
Hello World
Wouldn’t it be easy if we could just get a diagnosis of PTSD, depression, or anxiety, understand what we know about that and change everything like we pick up a new hobby! There! All better. It doesn’t work like that in my experience. I struggle with all of the above and I’ve been trying to figure out how those things work for a long time. I still have so very much to study and learn, but here are my thoughts on that subject this week.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Psyche
9 Minutes 29 Seconds
If this were a play, perhaps a grand Shakespearian style play, set in a modern and virtual Globe Theater, we’d know the cast. The hero who meets a tragic end, the lady who has lost him, the villain who admits no crime. I get to be the narrator and at the beginning, I shall stride from the wings into the center stage. I’d be small on the grand stage, just a slender little man with a long brown braid, in cargo pants and a tie-dyed hoodie, nothing much to look at, but my movements, the way I carry myself would fortend some great story. The orchestra would slowly fade away, as I lean forward, my hands making a grand gesture framing my face, now the only fully lit feature of the stage.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Criminal
Manage the Mirror
Power, Worth, and Metaphor My cat had a fight with the mirror yesterday. She stood there and arched her back with righteous indignation and much to her dismay, the cat in the mirror did the same. The cat in them mirror was quite rude, really. One might think that’s a very silly experience. After all, a person will always know themselves in the mirror, always see right through such things.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Psyche
Promises to Emily
Emily McNeil had asked for a pocket watch for her birthday. She was going to be seven and it made sense to her that if she had a pocket watch, she could spend more time studying and still get to the door in time to get a piggy back ride from Gaely.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Families
The Colors of Emotion
When I was little, every ounce of my being was devoted to not dying and avoiding injury. Emotion was grey. A long rainbow of grey. Fear is grey. Happiness is cool grey 2 (CG), because it’s lighter, but there’s always a risk that my smile wasn’t the right smile, my thank you wasn’t the right thank you, or they just might want to do something else and nothing I could say or do had any impact on what they’d do. I was kind of a CG1 color, just so barely there that people might forget I was around.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Motivation
Thoughts on Feeling Safe
I’ve tried to write this essay on feeling safe like four times now. The last month has been very tumultuous for me. It’s usually really small things that cause the most upheaval too. Back when I still had a job, someone could be harassing women in the store, and I’d be right in their space telling them not to. There was that time when someone pulled a knife on our security guy and blood went everywhere and I was just like, well, then. Startle me from behind and I’ll have a panic attack so intense I might pass right on out. I expect no one has ever said that a panic disorder was even remotely rational.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Psyche
The First Kindness
The First Kindness It’s the hardest kind, you know? For those of us with a history of trauma where we had to appease the powerful adult(s) in our lives, performative kindness is also instinctive. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Are you okay? Let me help. Everyone is important except me, expect us. When a parent is dangerous, the only option is to perfect, to be sweet.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Motivation
Night Dancing
“Get up,” Jack whispered, leaning over to whisper in Gael’s ear. He knew his lover was awake. To the rest of the household, his creeping out of his room and into Gael’s would have been as good as silent, but to Gael, well he would have heard him the moment the door opened.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Humans
America for all
Dear Mr. Trump, I have never understood why people choose to be cruel. Even if one does not have much for empathy, being cruel to people rarely works in favor of the cruel person. You have been exceedingly cruel to minority communities. I hear on the news that you are full of self-pity, that you think the world has been so terribly unfair to you.
By Duointherain5 years ago in The Swamp
What Did You Do?
There is something about night time that seems just a bit out of step with the world in the day. Charleston didn’t seem to be a bad place, overall, but it definitely wasn’t New York. Jazz music floated in the night around their carriage, a different flavor than New York, possibly even better, but it brought with it resentment and sadness. With his knee the way it was, it’s not like he could dance even if he was in New York. He leaned against the wall, pulled his hat over his eyes, and imaged dancing, just for Jack, his feet moving like lightning.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Humans
