No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
My big plan after last night was to sleep as long as possible this morning so as to avoid being a person so of course once I abided by the alarm to feed the cats I can’t get back to sleep and I’m stuck awake and aimless and angry and I really just need to be asleep even if the last dream I had was about not being able to sufficiently get my own ass wiped while standing in a booth that only had an ill-fitting curtain to prevent anyone from seeing me.