shel

The Transsexual Chofetz Chaim

Mutant, librarian, poet, union rabble rouser, dog, Ashkenazi Jewish. Neuroweird, bodyweird, mostly sleepy.


I write about transformative justice, community, love, Judaism, Neurodivergence, mental health, Disability, geography, rivers, labor, and libraries; through poetry, opinionated essays, and short fiction.


I review Schoolhouse Rock! songs at @PropagandaRock


Website (RSS + Newsletter)
shelraphen.com/

Party like it's 2012. Thrift shop by Macklemore is on. The invitation was pinned to your door with a thumbtack it said "yr invited 2 a qt partyyyyy @ gravelhaus 9/12 // 8:30 ///////))))))))" written on an old typewriter. Everyone is wearing feather boas and body glitter and playing nonalcoholic beer pong. The lizard terrarium is overflowing. There is also a gecko tank. The gecko tank is overflowing. Empanadas on the kettle. Stews in the fryer. Shoes in the fridge. Everyone is loving it. You wear a shirt with an old timey mustache on it and bowties are in. In every corner is a little snowman smoking a cigar. You've never felt more unconscious. It's just like 2012 again. Time to vote for Obama.


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in reply to @shel's post:

I think this gets the gold star of 'first time I've ever felt OLD old', because this was roughly around when I went to college proper, as a just-20-something, and while not... Perfectly accurate to my part of the world, the vibes are disgustingly close.

I was there, in pubs and clubs, when Thrift Shop dropped. When Gangnam Style dropped. I was all over it. There's absolutely video footage of me, knees bouncing, destroying a dance floor with a hyper-energetic recreation of PSY's evocative dance.