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You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

Break The Rules

Everyone has a dream space that makes writing or reading feel effortless, immersive, like the world slows down just for your thoughts. I don’t just have one perfect idea…

I’ve got a few, each with its own vibe and rhythm. I’ve planned them with details that spark comfort, focus, and a little luxury for the senses.

The Ultimate Cozy Beanbag Retreat

Imagine a beanbag chair so big it could swallow me, my dog, and still leave space to sprawl. I’d choose a Luvsack-style one, extra soft and indulgent, it probably has a pocket. Or a few even.

Next to it, a small stand holding water, hot tea, and something caffeinated… because balance, obviously. Candles flicker around the room, scents like warm vanilla and honey. Or a seasonal smell. I do not want overwhelming, just sweet or soft scents. Plushy arm chairs and blankets cover empty spaces, squishy stuffed animals as well… perfect for sinking in.

Somewhere, a Bluetooth speaker plays string instrumentals, Lindsey Stirling, maybe, or someone in the same genre.

A mini-fridge hums quietly in the corner, a small cabinet of snacks within reach… a cocoon of comfort designed for hours of uninterrupted creation with seating options for collaboration or body doubling solo projects with others.

My Nomadic Tent Writing Retreat

Then there’s freedom. A 660-pound capacity tent on stilts, my partner’s anniversary gift to me that can go anywhere.

Well anywhere… flat. In the woods, near a lake, a field, in the backyard, anywhere that lets me exist for a few days at least. Inside, it’s just me, my thoughts, a sleeping mat, and comfort items . Oh luna too

A portable writer’s retreat where I can walk, write, think, and reset. The tent moves with me, flexible as my inspiration, bridging home comforts with the wild serenity of outdoors.

I want to hear your version… if you could design your perfect reading or writing space without limits, what would it include? Odd little details, big indulgences, scents, sounds anything else? Tell me everything you would do in the comments.

Hammock Spaces

Then last but not least simplicity and air. Anywhere a hammock can be strung, I can write or read as long as the weather allows, noise levels permitting but that goes for the tent too.

A Gentle sway, sunlight through leaves, a breeze against the skin, and the hum of quiet life outside… these moments are delicate, fleeting, perfect for capturing thoughts that demand stillness and clarity.

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These spaces are my dream perfect sanctuaries. I designed for focus, creativity, and comfort. I enjoy quiet, nature, comfort, softness, and subtle things.

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Share this post with someone who lives for writing or reading in immersive spaces, someone who’d love to dream up their own retreat… let’s plant seeds of creativity to bloom.

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Are you a good judge of character?

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I like to think I’m a good judge of character when it comes to someone’s vibe, their juju. You know the way they carry themselves… the energy they give off. Most of the time… then I look back at ex friendships and ex relationships and I wonder if I’m such a good judge why did I pick them?

Maybe it has to do with different personality traits, different perspectives, or even disorders. Maybe some people are just better at hiding their intentions until the right moment. That doesn’t always affect me, and sometimes it clearly does. so maybe when it doesn’t affect me it’s easier to spot.

When it does affect me, my sense of judgment feels obviously flawed… no matter how many vibes I try to feel out, no matter how much intuition I trust. It’s imperfect, and sometimes painfully obvious that my read on someone is off. Even if it isn’t always obvious to me.

So, yes… I can feel someone’s energy. I can sense vibes. But character is messy, layered, and occasionally hidden. My intuition is useful, but it’s not infallible.

Judging character is part instinct, part observation, and part luck. Even with a strong sense of vibes or juju, hidden intentions and context can make anyone’s judgment flawed. The key is knowing the limits of intuition and staying aware that human behavior isn’t always readable at first or one hundredth glance.

Share what you know about the year you were born.

I was born in 1991, the kind of year that felt like a world rebooting itself, all at once, all loud, all inevitable… like a guitar riff that hits the heart before the brain even registers the sound.

End of the Cold War and Dissolution of the Soviet Union

By late December 1991 the Soviet Union dissolved into 15 independent republics, ending almost half a century of Cold War tension and reshaping the global order. 

Gulf War and Operation Desert Storm Ends

The Persian Gulf War’s combat phase, Operation Desert Storm, began in January 1991 and by late February coalition forces had liberated Kuwait, effectively ending major combat operations. 

Rodney King Beating Caught on Camera

In March 1991 Los Angeles police officers brutally beat motorist Rodney King, and the videotaped footage ignited national outrage and conversations about police violence that still ripple through history. 

Croatian War of Independence Starts

The Croatian War of Independence began in March 1991 as Croatia declared independence from Yugoslavia, kicking off years of conflict that lasted until 1995. 

Apartheid Laws Repealed in South Africa

In June 1991 South Africa’s Parliament repealed key apartheid legislation, a pivotal step toward majority rule and multiracial elections later in the decade. 

World Wide Web Goes Public

August 1991 saw Tim Berners‑Lee’s World Wide Web become publicly available, planting the first seeds of the internet age that would grow into the network that now scribbles our lives together. 

Music and Culture; Rise of Grunge

In 1991 Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” broke out of the underground and dragged grunge music into the mainstream, giving voice to a generation… and maybe explaining why I still love flannels and angst‑with‑a‑smile so much. 

Movies That Dominated Theaters

Films like “Terminator 2: Judgment Day” and Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast” dominated screens that year, each in its way defining what blockbuster storytelling could feel like. 

Super Bowl XXV: Giants Over Bills

In sports, the New York Giants beat the Buffalo Bills 20–19 in Super Bowl XXV, one of the closest finishes in football’s biggest game. 

Volcanic Power: Mount Pinatubo Erupts

In June Mount Pinatubo in the Philippines erupted, one of the largest volcanic events of the 20th century, cooling global temperatures and reshaping the landscape around it. 

Fun Archaeological Curiosity; Ötzi the Iceman

While discovered in 1991, around that time the Alpine mummy known as Ötzi the Iceman was being studied and captivated scientists with his 5,000‑year‑old secrets.

1991 was a year that felt like an exhale that never quite faded… geopolitically, culturally, technologically. It’s a year that rewired the world, and here I am, walking out of its echo.

What is something others do that sparks your admiration?

Admire What Matters

There are people who make you stop, just a little, because of the way they move through the world. They are the ones whose actions are impossible not to notice, even if they’re subtle. I’ve spent time thinking about what sparks my admiration. Not romantically. Not something to flex for show. All that will fade .

Artistic talent

I admire artistic talent, especially when it looks to come effortlessly to them. I can barely draw a stick figure, and my doughnuts barely hold their sprinkles, yet I watch people wielding brushes, pencils, or clay and feel a quiet awe. There’s something about creation, the courage to put something out there, that’s magnetic.

The knight in tin foil

I admire people who stand up for others, especially those who can’t or won’t defend themselves. When someone is being targeted for things beyond their control, the courage it takes to speak or act on their behalf is something that stays with me. It’s messy, it’s human, but it is real bravery in action.

Patient People

I admire patience, even if it’s just a performance, a practiced calm in the middle of chaos. There’s a rhythm to waiting, to tolerating, to letting things unfold. I will never understand how some people make it look effortless. I know it isn’t for me for sure.

idgaf

I admire those who don’t care what anyone else thinks. No not the kind that says it repeatedly but still hesitates. We hate a broadway wanna be. People who actually move through life free of that weight, making choices for themselves. It’s not easy for everyone. But it is a quiet rebellion that inspires without needing to shout.

Kind Souls

I admire quiet kindness, the kind not everyone will notice. It is given to injured wild animals, stray dogs or cats, and even the people society pushes to the side. There’s an authenticity in those moments, in lifting up the “underdog,” that leaves a mark longer than any grand gesture ever could.

Indie

I can’t forget the admiration I hold for indie creatives, the people who wake up, make, and try. And not for instant fake fame or clout. People who just feel they have to. The ones who experiment, who fail, who rise again, and who light the way for others in the process.

These traits, these actions, these quiet strength. They remind me for one that admiration isn’t about perfection. It is witnessing integrity, courage, creativity, and generosity in motion. And the more we notice, the more we can embody them in our own lives.

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What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?

Finding Joy in Movement: Why Physical Activity Matters

Staying active doesn’t have to mean being uncomfortable in a crowded gym. Especially if you’re like me and they make you feel like everyone is staring right at you. For me, the joy of movement comes from freedom, fresh air, and the quiet satisfaction of feeling my body work in ways that make sense. Some days, that means exploring the wilderness, gliding across water, or feeling the burn from resistance bands at home. Each activity has its own rhythm, its own kind of therapy, and its own reason I keep coming back.

Hiking: Walking Into Calm and Clarity

Hiking has always been my escape and my reset. The perfect blend of adventure, exercise, and self care. Trails lined with autumn leaves, the crunch of snow beneath my boots, or the earthy smell of the forest after rain. It is more than just cardio. This is meditation in motion. Every incline challenges my endurance, every rocky path tests my balance, and reaching the summit gives a sense of accomplishment that no treadmill can replicate.

Hiking connects me with the outdoors in a way a gym never could. The open air, the sun on my face, the sound of water running or birds calling. The ability to collect rocks too! It really is a full-body experience that nurtures mind, body, and soul.

Swimming: Strength and Mindful Movements

Water has a magic of its own. Swimming isn’t just exercise; it’s a rhythm, a flow that eases tension and strengthens muscles without pounding joints. I love the quiet isolation of a pool or a calm lake. Letting your body feel the water engulf it. It’s a workout that also clears the mind, letting thoughts drift as easily as my body through water.

Plus, swimming teaches patience, timing, and breath control. It’s a meditative discipline, one that makes me feel strong, centered, and refreshed all at once.

Kayaking: Power, Peace, and Perspective

Kayaking combines strength, coordination, and a little bit of adventure. Paddling through calm waters or along river bends is meditative, but it also gives a satisfying upper-body and core workout. I love the tactile feedback of the paddle slicing water. The rhythm of each stroke, engaging my entire upper body in unison.

Being out on the water is also a perspective shift. There’s nothing like seeing a familiar landscape reflected in a river or lake to remind you that exercise can be about more than calories. It’s also about wonder, movement, and presence.

Home Workouts: Resistance Bands and Freedom from Gym Anxiety

I’ll admit it gyms aren’t my favorite. There’s something about the feeling of everyone watching, or that subtle pressure to “perform,” that drains the fun out of working out. That’s where my full-body resistance band set comes in. You can anchored to doors, a bar, or different hand/ ankle straps. Providing me a total-body workout at home, in private, and at less money than a gym membership for just two months .

Bands aren’t just convenient they’re versatile. From squats to rows to chest presses, every muscle gets attention without the intimidation of a crowded gym. It’s empowering to feel strong and capable while keeping my workouts entirely my own.

Moving Forward: Finding Your Flow

The truth is, the best exercise is the one that makes you want to keep moving. Whatever one you enjoy. Hiking, swimming, kayaking, and resistance band workouts are my favorites because they blend physical challenge, mental clarity, and a sense of freedom.

If you’ve been hesitant to try something new, think about what excites you outside the gym walls. Maybe it’s a trail you’ve never walked, a lake you’ve never paddled, or a quiet corner at home with bands ready to stretch and strengthen you. Movement is personal, and your perfect routine might surprise you.

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What historical event fascinates you the most?

History as Mirror

We often think of major historical tragedies… such as the transatlantic slave trade, the treatment of people of color during and after the civil-rights movement in the United States, or the Holocaust, as distant. Important. Horrific. But past. What is less comfortable: the patterns they formed still echo today. And we may be witnessing a new chapter of systemic threat. But this time, not abroad or in previous years , but in our own country right fucking now.

From Slavery to Civil Rights

The oppression of not white Americans through slavery and the trail of tears (and many other horrible historical events) created generational trauma, economic disparity, and social exclusion. The civil-rights era sought to dismantle legalized segregation and voter disenfranchisement. These struggles were about identity, dignity, belonging, equality of rights. Americans rightly look back and say: “Never again.”

But “never again” only works if we recognise the signs when they return. Never again only works if we are not continually doing the same damn shit just in other ways.

The New Frontline: Rights Under Fire

Transgender Passports & Identity Documentation

In early 2025, the Donald Trump administration issued Executive Order 14168 titled Defending Women From Gender Ideology Extremism and Restoring Biological Truth to the Federal Government. The order declared that federal documents must align with “biological sex at birth.” 

As a result, the U.S. Department of State suspended changes to gender markers on passports and revoked the “X” gender designation option for many applicants. Which affects many people who aren’t trans but are intersex and left to figure it out.

Legal action followed. A federal judge blocked parts of the policy that prevented transgender and non-binary Americans from obtaining accurate passports, recognising the policy was likely unconstitutional. 

But the damage is real. People have been forced to use documents that mis-mark their gender, creating risk and exposing identity. In other words: state-sanctioned mis-identity.

SNAP Cuts and Food Insecurity

Around 42 million Americans rely on the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP) for basic food security.  The government shutdown and refusal to allocate contingency funds means SNAP payments risk being withheld starting November 1, 2025. 

When we compare this to historical deprivation of rights and access, for example: poll taxes or economic exclusion of minorities, the parallel is stark. Denial of sustenance is denial of dignity. Most Snap recipients are your friends, the workers, the disabled, and the elderly. As well as the children the party that is causing this is so quick to claim they care about.

Deployment of Troops and Erosion of Checks & Balances

In 2025 the Trump administration has explicitly floated deploying the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines into U.S. cities, bypassing traditional guard & civilian limitations. 

Cities led by Democratic governments have seen National Guard troops deployed despite objections from local authorities. For example, Washington D.C., Los Angeles, Portland, and even West Virginia?

Legally this raises questions of federal overreach, the Posse Comitatus Act, and state sovereignty. When the military becomes an instrument of domestic policy without proper checks, the separation of powers erodes.

Moreover, framing transgender people, activists, or political opponents as domestic “threats” or “Antifa” emboldens the machinery of suppression, another echo from historical oppression.

Why This Matters

When identity is controlled (who you can say you are, what documents you carry), then belonging becomes conditional. When access to sustenance (food stamps) can be politically withheld, then the social contract falters. When the military is repurposed to internal enforcement without clear guardrails, then the rule of law and democratic accountability are at risk. When these issues disproportionately target minorities: trans people, racialised communities, the poor, it reflects the same structures that enabled slavery, Jim Crow, Nazi bureaucracy.

Who’s Affected

Transgender and non-binary people facing documentation that erases or mis-represents them, as well as intersex people. Low-income families reliant on SNAP who may lose assistance, elderly, working class Americans, and people with disabilities. Not to mention the cut local economy will face without snap being pumped back into it. Communities in states where federal troops may intervene despite local governance. Allies and minority voices who stand for change, inclusivity, and equity.

What We Can Do

Raise awareness: Highlight these issues in your networks, your blog, your community. Support legal advocacy organisations: American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), Lambda Legal, etc. Document personal stories and amplify minority voices who are most impacted. Push for structural policies: Transparent oversight on troop deployments, secure funding for social programs, identity-affirming documentation rights. Build inclusive publishing forum to centre voices that are excluded, silenced, or under-represented.and most importantly create community and help one another when you can!

Don’t Be Silent

The historical parallels are evident. This is not hyperbole, it’s reality. And if we don’t write it, publish it, challenge it, then we risk letting history’s darkest chapters repeat. Use your voice. Raise the spark. Let every word matter. What side of history will you look back and be able to say you were on.

Because when the lines blur between democracy and dictatorship, when troops march where civilians should walk… we have to ask… where is fucking NATO?

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How much would you pay to go to the moon?

How much would I pay to go to the moon?

Who told you I even want to go?

People talk about it like it’s the peak of human achievement, a one-way ticket to transcendence.

But to me, it sounds like paying for a coffin with a window view of all you ever knew.

I’m not scared of space. I’m scared of losing place. I’m scared of being stuck.

Up there, there’s no wild air to breathe in deep when the world feels heavy.

No green. No stream squeals and screams. No dirt under my nails. No weed to slow the mind into rhythm.

No poetry sparked by sound, scent, or struggle.

No pulse of the living world to remind me I belong to something bigger.

And beyond that

No community. No music. No protest. No shared fight.

No one to stand beside when things burn and rebuild.

No humanity at all, just survival, static noise, and whomever you share the space sarcophagus with.

I wouldn’t go because I’ve learned what real silence costs.

Because I’ve lived through isolation that felt like space already…

rooms without voices, days without meaning, and too much time to think.

The moon isn’t a dream; it’s an echo chamber. I love the moon from down here.

You take your ghosts with you and have nowhere to bury them.

I wouldn’t go because I crave creation… the kind that needs mess, motion, and other people.

Because art needs chaos and communion, not vacuum and a single view of all the things that matter to the writing you do.

Rebellion, love, and language don’t bloom in sealed suits and static solitude.

I wouldn’t go because I like being alive here.

With dirt and noise and trouble and tears.

With the freedom to wander, write, smoke, rage, and rebuild.

With every imperfection that makes this world worth saving.

So no I wouldn’t pay to go to the moon.

I’d pay everything I have to keep this planet breathing and to keep myself creating on it.

Plus what the fuck would I do without my Luna doggy, my partner, and friends.

Do you want to go to the moon? Do you see it differently than I do? Tell me in the comments or in your own post.

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What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

What’s the biggest risk I’d like to take but, I haven’t yet?

Walking away from the time clock for the most part and toward the trailhead.

See, I’m an STNA (that’s Ohio’s term for CNA everywhere else. We just had to be the different one). I love what I do. Yes we all need money to live in this hellscape. But I love it not for the paycheck, but for the people. The elderly deserve care from those people who care to be there. However, I also dream of caring for my own future with the same hands that hold theirs.

The risk?

Transitioning from working full-time and then some weekly for someone else’s company to working full-time for myself for Poeaxtry_.

My goal is that with-in the next five years, I will flip the ratio.

I want Poeaxtry_ to sustain me, not the other way around.

I can only imagine being able to wake up and know that my “job” is carving smiles into stones, engraving good karma into keychains, and polishing perfect statement pieces. All from rocks I’ve hounded myself.

To be able to sell handmade spell bags, wands, tinctures, sprays, and charms born from dirt and devotion not just in my spare time.While I also publish solo poetry collections (mine and other people’s) and community anthologies that spark conversation, change, and creativity not just sales.

Having a designated divination room, sounds so good almost too good to be true. A place for friends and new folks to get readings: pendulum or tarot. Readings set-up virtually or through local appointments.

Imagine being able to travel, explore, hike, forage, and rockhound in the wild. While sharing accessible adventures for those who can’t get out there. Or can, but need the guidance to do so safely.

Hosting open mic nights that echo through real and virtual rooms along with silent art galleries that speak without sound. Creating and collaborating under The Prism, where inclusion and artistry collide.

I will not wait for retirement to live.

I want to be able to grab my tent, my dog Luna, and my laptop, (other essentials obviously) and just go.

I can just see it now: a few nights backpacking through forests, collecting stone from stream, writing wildly under the moonlight. Where the only deadlines are sunrise and the next cup of coffee.

The poetry I’d write out there untouched, unbothered by society’s static crust.. would probably make my current work look like warm-ups. Honestly, I’m so ready for that.

The biggest risk I haven’t taken yet isn’t quitting, but it’s believing, fully, that I can.

Five years from now, I plan to look back and laugh that I ever questioned it.

One thing I am no longer willing to do is give more of me to the “man.” The shackles that have me captive to society and cities are becoming loose.

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What could you try for the first time?

Drum roll

So here’s a revelation that’s about as obvious as the sky being blue: anything you haven’t done before is, by definition, something you could try for the first time. I know, mind-blowing, right? You don’t need a bucket list, a guru, or a weekend retreat in the Himalayas to achieve “first-time” status. You just need to pick literally anything you’ve never done and… spoiler alert… do it.

Think about it. You could try eating a weird flavor of potato chips.

You could try talking to that stranger who looks vaguely judgmental at the coffee shop.

You could try balancing a spoon on your nose like a toddler on a sugar high.

Anything.

It’s new.

It’s fresh.

And it counts.

There is no “too small” or “too silly.” If it’s something you haven’t done before, congratulations: you’re officially a pioneer of your own life.

Why does this matter? Because we spend so much time overthinking, planning, and waiting for the “perfect first-time experience” that we forget how incredibly simple the concept is. The magic isn’t in the grandeur; it’s in the novelty. Trying something for the first time. Yes, even something absurdly minor, activates curiosity, forces your brain to pay attention, and gives you bragging rights without needing a medal.

Let’s be real:

If you weren’t already,

life is mostly mundane, repetitive, and slightly disappointing. Trying new things is how you trick the universe into giving you a little spark of fun. And if it goes horribly? Even better, you now have a hilarious story that no one else has.

That, my friends, is first-time glory.

So stop overthinking it.

Look around. Pick something.

Anything. That sock you’ve never worn on the other foot.

That podcast you swore was “not your thing.”

That weird dance move in the grocery store aisle.

If you haven’t done it yet, it counts.

It’s your first time. And yes, doing it makes you smart, funny, and slightly rebellious. Yes, all at once. Or whatever your aim is to be.

The takeaway?

Life doesn’t need to be complicated. First times don’t need to be epic. You just need to try something new, even if it’s something small, ridiculous, or completely unnecessary. Anything you haven’t done before is officially fair game. So go ahead and embrace that inner smartass. Then go make the ordinary feel like a first.

Even if you’re just climbing a rock wall for the first time, eating sushi, or self-publishing. All firsts matter no matter how small or big.

You deserve it so pal! (I’m so serious)

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