I have reached the end of the Internet that I can visit this morning. Alphaguess and word hurdle and now this, my own island of blog. Everything else is connected. I do crosswords sometimes but they come from the la times. Earlier there was a bright red news alert on the crosswords page where there never was news before. I avoided reading it but the shape of it looked disturbing. Here's the thing, I'm in bed. I have made a promise to treat myself with love. I do not ask the same of my tired brain as when I am awake. I respect my emotions. I live in a culture of zero respect for human beingness. I reject that culture. I make my own culture. My culture reserves my bed time for love, for poetry, for stories, for music, for sex, for rest. I do not do world politics in my bed. The hugs from my lover and that brief red band warning of news have said a lot. But not the whole story. I can have plausible deniability as long as I choose. I choose it a bit longer. During this time that past me, cruel me, Momerica me would label denial, I have read and written and hugged and made positive plans. This time is more important than being tuned into a careless broadcast. I'm narrowcasting. I narrowcast for me. It's effective if I let it be. Oh, I also left the bed briefly to grab a banana and cookie. 🍪
kisses, y'all
kisses you
kisses me
💗
By Rob Middleton who can be reached @[email protected] on Mastodon