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I find myself distracted when sitting idle at a crossroad, especially if I’m unsure about the destination.

Distractions I encounter change according to what’s going on in my life at the time. I need to return to city life, but I’m distracted by a slew of diversions which automatically engages the pause button.

    • Shopping
    • Getting Dolled Up With No Particular Place to Go
    • Baking Muffins
    • Wine
    • Cannabis
    • Lesbian Erotica
    • Orange Is the New Black
    • Grey’s Anatomy
    • Supergirl
    • Star Trek: Voyager
    • Kathryn Janeway, both on and off the bridge

I plead guilty without remorse. If I was forced to eliminate all but three distractions, which ones would make the cut? That’s easy. My top three takeaways are shopping, getting dolled up with no idea where I’m going, and baking Kendra’s Bi-berry Muffins. What are your distractions of late?


Books are dear friends of mine, so I keep them close, like in my boudoir. My bed-chamber is an excellent place to splay the pages of books worthy of cuddling. With bookshelf vacancies near capacity, I’ve been ordering books in digital formats.

Still, I miss the tactile feedback and smell of a new hardback, especially if it’s packed with artistic photography, like Surviving on This Shore by Jess T. Dugan and Vanessa Fabbre, a compilation of portraits and profiles of an under-mentioned group of older, mature individuals who’ve transitioned. Compassionately researched, respectfully presented, Surviving On This Shore took a few weeks for me to peruse, as some portraits of brothers and sisters took time to digest.

The books cited below, in Kindle format, were excellent reads and worth the money and time to experience.


I offer no review of these films, but I enjoyed them all and recommended them based on how they affected me by drawing me into their subject matter.

The Pearl was a hard film to watch due to its subject of transitioning late in life. However, it served up a full plate of humility. I was astonished, bewildered, and heartbroken with how The Garden Left Behind played out. Tissues were needed, too, for Carla. While the remaining films kept me engaged, in particular The Second Life of Jamie P, a thoughtful profile of the shitstorm some transgender folk must endure, they illuminated the need for social awareness and diversity. The single message I walked away with from viewing these films is that sadly, humanity ought to be approached with cautious optimism.

Kendra, out.


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