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gennsoup · 11 months
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My home is full of hope and ghosts.
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lgbtqreads · 2 years
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Fave Five: Queer Fiction Starring Sex Workers
On Home by Becca Spence Dobias City of Night by John Rechy Cam Girl by Elliot Wake w/a Leah Raeder Treasure by Rebekah Weatherspoon Jonny Appleseed by Joshua Whitehead Bonus: Coming in 2024, The Boyfriend Subscription by Steven Salvatore
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quotation--marks · 6 months
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Instead of saying we liked or loved each other, we just lay there on our backs, our brown skin shiny in the rosy light that poured in from the evening sun. We surveyed each other’s body: him seeing the scar above my clavicle from when I fell down the stairs as a kid, and me seeing the patch of hair missing from his scalp. I knew then that I loved him. 
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smokefalls · 1 year
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It was then I decided that love sounded more like a full stop than a semi-colon, and I moved too much like water.
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fredicia · 1 year
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very-grownup · 2 years
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One fact I'd learn is that leaving always hurts -- home isn't a space, it's a feeling. You have to feel home and to feel it, you have to sense it: smell it, taste it, hear it. And it isn't always comfortable -- at least, not an NDN home. In fact, quite often, it's uncomfortable. But it's home because the bannock is still browning in the oven and your kokum is still making tea nad eating Arrowroot biscuits. It's home because it has to be -- routine satiates these pans. And, given time, it becomes mobile -- you can take those rituals with you, uproot your home as if it were a flower. Yeah, maybe home is like a flower, a sunflower whose big bright head follows the sun; or maybe that's too fancy a metaphor for NDNs? Maybe we're more like dandelions, a weed that's a pest in the yard but pretty to look at. Yeah, an NDN home is like a dandelion: pretty but disposable, and imbued with a million little seeds that dissolve into wishes for little white hands that pluck. My home is full of hope and ghosts.
Jonny Appleseed, Joshua Whitehead
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whimlen · 6 months
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humility is just a humiliation you loved so much it transformed.
Jonny Appleseed by Joshua Whitehead
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rennyrose · 11 months
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I haven’t put much thought into that sort of scenario Nuh nor have I come across works that have really delved into that, at least specifically in regards to Knives and LR interacting a good amount-
If it was just those three I’d find it interesting if they went on a journey together of some sort of self discovery, learning/relearning how to engage with people and contribute to the world around them
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dandyshucks · 1 month
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i have this (probably somewhat normal?) funky memory thing where if i listen to a podcast or audiobook while working on something or walking somewhere, then if I see the same visual stimuli later I'll remember the audio really clearly or if I hear the same audio stimuli later I'll be able to remember the visuals of what I was doing at the time really clearly.
all this to say. I've accidentally linked Shady House - the big manor house in Po Town - with indigenous (specifically O.jiC.ree) culture in my head because I was listening to an audiobook (jonny appleseed by j.oshua whitehead) while working on the m.inecraft Shady House yesterday LOL. was just idly thinking about Shady House this morning and started wondering why tf it was bringing to mind the Rez and thoughts of people's Kokums, and then I remembered what I'd been doing the night before LMAO
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birdhemoth · 1 month
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i will admit i can be pretty annoying but everyone on this site is so damn serious. i literally got blocked by someone for saying "my Jonny appleseed could beat up your Jonny appleseed" like genuinely im sorry that you cant handle getting peeved off a little. your life must be hell if youre this upset about everything. "Why so jokey" - the seriouser
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haveyoureadthispoll · 9 months
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"You're gonna need a rock and a whole lotta medicine" is a mantra that Jonny Appleseed, a young Two-Spirit/Indigiqueer, repeats to himself in this vivid and utterly compelling novel. Off the reserve and trying to find ways to live and love in the big city, Jonny becomes a cybersex worker who fetishizes himself in order to make a living. Self-ordained as an NDN glitter princess, Jonny has one week before he must return to the "rez," and his former life, to attend the funeral of his stepfather. The next seven days are like a fevered dream: stories of love, trauma, sex, kinship, ambition, and the heartbreaking recollection of his beloved kokum (grandmother). Jonny's world is a series of breakages, appendages, and linkages--and as he goes through the motions of preparing to return home, he learns how to put together the pieces of his life. Jonny Appleseed is a unique, shattering vision of Indigenous life, full of grit, glitter, and dreams.
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gennsoup · 3 months
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The only mysticism I knew was on the backroads of the rez, like when you came face to face with a coyote who clears the path of birds with her howl, or a fox that appears in the same spot on the road every damn night just to look at you.
Joshua Whitehead, Jonny Appleseed
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c-kiddo · 1 year
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i've been reading more recently and its inspiring writing ideas to pop into my brain so maybe i can actually update dfy again :-3
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quotation--marks · 6 months
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There isn’t much to see beyond my bathroom window but the grey-grit of the Odeon’s bricks, a rusting fire escape, and a pigeon building its nest on the windowsill of an abandoned building across the alley. Every morning we meet here: me, rubbing the ash and crusty scum from my lips, and that bird neatly piling little sticks, roaches, and chicken bones on the ledge. Silly little bird, I always think, building a home in a dead face. 
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smokefalls · 1 year
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The water is a furious road and the only words we can say to one another are simple: witness me.
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