Life without ac, briefly: rough thoughts drawn up by heat too sweltering to sleep

Life without ac, briefly: windows wide open to summer’s breath like mouths, lips spread wide, first kisses in the pale moon’s light. Grass that had been cooking in the dirt all day cooling in the dew stirred by the fan humming like a time machine driving me back to my youth: the faintest smell of gasoline, hot pavement and sunscreen. Tiny prickles wash across exposed limbs from the night’s wind, skin warmed by the sun and pinked by its rays now find cooler air cold enough for blankets knit by the bony rheumatic knuckles of loved grand aunts never met weaving together comfort with their wool and wit. / / by the me at this moment, Alyssa Mackenzie, who promised herself to write more freely, publicly.

I think of my male loved ones, some of whom are the most kind, gentle human beings I could ever dream up. I try to imagine what it must feel like to know you might unintentionally cause fear simply by being male, through no fault of your own, through nothing you personally have ever done. The first thing to understand is that this fear is not an example of misandry; it is a byproduct of patriarchy. And although I can acknowledge how bad it must feel to be inherently feared simply for being male, it is still worse to be inherently afraid simply for being female.

Eagerly Awaiting My Journey!


Hi! Alyssa, you have convinced me to create this blog. I think it’s a pretty cool idea and now you will all know that I am alive and well! I will try to update this blog and post as many photos and stories whenever I have the opportunity. Tomorrow, I depart for Leysin, Switzerland—how exciting! The Swiss are wonderful! Anyway, seeing as it is 12:13 and 54 seconds, I should probably catch some z’s.

& she’s off!

"I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world." - MAR