Danny Strinden

Background image is of a cloudy sky at night showing the moon somewhat obscured. Foreground is a poem: I wish the blanket could cover my shoulders without touching my throat, leaving space for my toes while I'm at it And I wish clothes didn't feel so restricting or society too for that matter And I wish a trip to Target didn't feel like subjecting myself to stares with the bright lights and noises and something in the air with the expectation you know what you're doing there And even the drive on the highway induces anxiety from being a social situation with hundreds of people simultaneously, but it's even worse because they forget they're people and think they're tons of screaming metal hurtling through space instead And I'm just supposed to pretend any of that is normal while still wearing clothes and still over here, four in the morning awake with cold shoulders and uncomfortable toes.

I wrote this poem a while back

I guess the real lesson here is just: be skeptical about articles that report on survey results. Sometimes the methodology is flawed.

To be more specific, several questions were framed as "Do you support banning XYZ", but the marriage one was framed "Do you support allowing gay marriage". I think younger survey takers got (more) confused about what they were being asked.

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I noticed something interesting in a recent Yougov survey. 18-29 was the biggest group who "strongly opposed" allowing gay marriage, which blew me away at first. But they were opposite on LGBT discrimination. Now, my theory is the survey is flawed because of a reading comprehension issue.

Background showing a single bird flying towards the horizon over pink clouds in a blue sky. Foreground is a poem: Free like loved. Like sleep here if you want, Eat this if you want, Don't worry about the cost of care, You can choose. You can change your mind. You don't have to decide now. We don't have to talk. It's okay. You're safe. I won't leave. Unless you want me to. I love you. You are loved.

Going to start posting some more poetry here that I'd put over on IG.

Is it brain rot, or is it being an airsick lowlander? 😛

Background image of two otters embracing. In the foreground is a poem with the text: I love when you use my body as a pillow, when you wrap up an arm as yours, or take a thigh - just the whole thing - when you know that I want as much of our bodies to touch as is acceptable in each context. Hell, for a while if you'd want to, I would merge souls.