Eyes Wide Open pt 3: Coming Out Of The Closet

COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET-- a confession and reckoning . I'm not proud to be Jewish anymore, though I am inescapably Jewish and must learn what that means each day. . There is great pain in being a conscious Jew when the paradigm has shifted, and the Jewish people now engage in that thing we …

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The Arts Of Metamorphosis

  On The Job Training Lisa Beth Allen I’ve been an artist all my life, trained and practiced in theatre, music and dance.  When it comes to visual art, I would say that I’ve been an expressive artist using a variety of medium to give voice and shape to my inner experience.  Until now.  Now, …

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EYES WIDE OPEN. Pt 2: “Metamorphosis Of A Sensitive Person On The Internet”

White tiles and mildewed grout sweat from cold humidity. Soggy, newly-applied caulking begins to pop its seal from the base of the faucet. An empty Suave shampoo bottle and tube of cheap, hypoallergenic facial wash gather condensation on the edge of the tub. The window high on the shower wall looks out onto 101, the …

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EYES * WIDE * OPEN, pt. 1

This is an inaugural blog in an open-ended series that involves sensitive subject matter, the sort that gets blocked out in daily conversation, about the matters in daily life that the general consensus would rather avoid in one way or another. I want this series to relate to ethnicity, political bodies, personal reflections, culture, identity, …

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A parody of platitudes

Quote: ” What if someone wrote to some poor, grief-stricken soul using ALL (or many) of the common platitudes in a single letter? How ridiculous would that be? ” <—– I have received such Emails, and worse, all crammed into an decade of domino-effect disasters & tragedies. The bottom letter, though a parody of a parody, retroactively, serves as the metaphorical never-expressed apology I will never get from the [sadistic] assholes who wedged themselves in my already too-narrow grieving space, by just being COMPLETELY realistic! Kudos to you Christine, for hitting the nail on the head!


The other day Mark and I drafted a text to someone facing a crisis. And, as we were thinking about things to say, we were also thinking about things not to say, most of which have been said to us.

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“The Amazing Invisible Human”

A collection of poems I've written from 2015- 2017 concerning life as a disabled person with chronic illness titled "The Amazing Invisible Human" is scheduled for publishing around December of this year. The collection also includes illustrations and interactive coloring pages. In a promotional effort, I'd like to share a selection of poems from my …

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“Sounds like you’re desperate to be visible but ok” (On Liminal Identity, the *opposite* of “passing privilege,” Anecdotal Narrative, and the inadequacy of modern Social Justice Discourse)

F*cking Woman Up And Grow One

19554830_236090770232843_6026168104288032411_n The Anecdotalist: if a person’s anecdotal narrative doesn’t align with Systemic narrative, do they still exist?

I’m going to lose friends for this post.
Regardless of how I preface, suffix, and buffer it with as much context, dimension, and dissection as I possibly can, I am going to lose friends for this post.

But in the spirit of not being A Defeatist, I implore you to read the following preface.  If you find your fists balling and knuckles whitening in reaction to some of what I have to say further below, I hope the following will help loosen your hands.

  • I absolutely, positively, undoubtedly benefit from my privileges: I’m white, able-bodied, income-earning, and, to be explicitly discussed in this post: Cisgender, Heterosexual, and Christian. While I will be discussing the loopholes, nuances, and complexities of said privileges, in no way or sense am I denying that they exist and…

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