Praise Mama. Grok Earth. Thou art Goddess.
Twice in the past month, capitalists have tried to extort my silence.
That sounds dramatic. But it’s what happened.
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My seasonal allergies mean that at those times of the year I most want to be surrounded by nature, it is difficult, and sometimes impossible, to do so. This irony is a metaphor for an essential conflict at the core of my psyche, between the desire for communion with nature on the one hand and the desire to transcend nature on the other.
The Allergic Pagan 