day 2: picking up where i left off

i am eating baked beans at 2:21AM after biking to and semi from jail support for comrades, and i have work in the morning so this won't be a very long excerpt, but i'm finally putting together routines that make sense for me.

my parents retrieved me from china in 1999, and from what the pictures look like, we had a good time. one of my dad's most told anecdotes about that time is when someone came up to him once and said "what a beautiful grandson you have", which was a double whammy to both of us ahaa.

little things like this make me wonder if i internalized not only that, but the fact that my literal existence was a result of the "one child" policy that china had enacted, cultural traditions leading to an influx of girls in orphanages (because in heterosexual relations, the daughter would move in with her husband's family and take care of his parents as they age…thus logically, parents would want to have sons).

it's not a surprise, really, that i am trans and queer, especially looking back.

when i was 4, i remember asking my parents for a sibling, and they delivered. the summer before my kindergarten year, we went to china to pick up the child that would become my little sister, though it would be many years till we had a healthy, loving relationship…

i think this is a good place to leave off, mostly because ya boi be tired.

peace and radical love