Peeing On Your Best Friend! Dying Parents, Birthing Dreams! A COVID TAROT READING!
Hello, sweet lockdown-ed humans of my heart—
Holy shit, forever and ever. As a lifelong and dogged consumer of dystopian tomes and paperbacks, I feel strangely prescient, like my own living deja vu.
Do any of you know what I’m talking about?
It’s as though — while “unprecedented” rattles through the teeth and tongues of every pundit and schoolchild from Oakland to Amsterdam — I’ve somehow been here before.
My body remembers, even as the mind reels, the slow shadow that creeps without human touch. A population ravished by contagion. Plots and characters, words and phrases, deaths and births, and setting suns upon collapsed cities in the stars careen about my head and heart like so many pinballs vying for space.
We all develop defense mechanisms, of that I am positive and thankful.
Perhaps mine is settling into the dust of stories already lived and plucking the hope from their ashes.
Keep reading, keep hoping, keep letting the body lead you.
Thinking of you ever and always,
Katie (+July)
Parenting A Dying Parent Made Me Realize How Much I Wanted To Mother, by Amy Lyons
This notion of birth as a balm for death feels — as I give it my full consideration with the distance that time affords — simultaneously too soon and too late.
APRIL 2020 TAROTSCOPES: INTERMISSION, by Dacia Holliday
The Intermission card has an image of a magician upside down, wrapped in chains on stage before a precious crowd of close community. The curtains are about to close, which is when the magician will complete their trick, their illusion, and hopefully emerge triumphant and unbound! This is where you are metaphorically sitting, sweet one. Upside down, feeling exposed before those that love you. Unsure if you can actually make this happen, wondering what the fuck went wrong, and why am I here?!
How Not To React If Your Partner Comes Out To You
To this day, this remains the single biggest thing that I am most ashamed of, and I’m telling this story in the hope that anyone who is ever faced with a similar situation realises that someone else’s truth isn’t your secret to share with the world.
Pulp It Like It’s Hot: That Time I Peed On My Best Friend’s Face, by Katie Tandy
I lift my underwear with a beastly bellow and grasp my unicorn tail — a long pink pashmina I’ve pinned to my rear-end — and spin it above my head like a demented cowgirl.
