Trigger Warning: This is about disabled, neuro-divergent, queer love. Words used to describe sexual organs are used. Read at your discretion. For Context: You are not being solicited. This is to get you thinking about the ways that ableism makes seeking joy in this world difficult for disabled bodies. Also present in the story is how ableism is violent and shows up in our intimate partner relationships, friendships, relationships at large. In these words are the many stories both experienced... more

My favorite college violence story was the one where I was repeatedly asked if I wanted to donate; to the university; donate to the food supply drive whilst hungry with no money or access to food or transportation; donate to children who hold marginalized identities; donate to the sick kids; donate to the scholarship.I find that it is a repeated type of violence towards people who are fighting to survive and thrive while experiencing generational poverty that is accepted as a normal way of... more

Dear Reader, Are they triggered? Or are they experiencing active violence/harm?I hope you know the difference. I hope you recognize they require different offerings and strategies. How do you recognize a triggered person?How do they differ from someone who is experiencing active violence/harm?What is your plan for grounding someone who has been triggered? What is your offer for someone who is experiencing active violence/harm?Lovingly, Jen... more

JoyMy best crying work was done outside in the sun. I’d find a place to sit and stare at the grass. Watch the morning dew as it pooled on the tips of the soft grass beneath my feet. Felt the air shift as the warmth of the sun called water back into clouds. Felt as my own tears resisted the downward pull of gravity as they too felt the call back upwards. All that water suspended above us waiting to drop back down to earth in a similar place. I returned myself to earth as I found... more

I think often about the message I am sending out. I review my conversations and words and feelings and almost every piece of energy I release. I am so obsessively intentional, I find myself holding in and back a little too much. But my love, where does that energy go? It’s sitting in my body helping it eat itself. Curating safety is mad work.I am... more