2025: The year I made a profit from my poetry.
Whew, 2025. One day in your courts is like unto a thousand years…and not in a fun way.
I am determined to live my best life until I’m hauled off to the transgender re-education camp. More cats, more sex, more shiny things. As a friend said, darkly, it’s better to be visible so they’ll notice when we’ve been disappeared.
This year I discovered the life-changing magic of not writing a novel. I made a lot of collage art from erotic magazines, one example of which will be on the cover of Introvert Pervert, my poetry collection forthcoming from The Word Works in this spring. Come to our book launch at the AWP Conference in Baltimore, 5:30 PM on Friday, March 6.
Some of my perverted poems received a Massachusetts Cultural Council grant and an award from the Saints & Sinners Literary Festival in New Orleans. I also spoke on a panel about genderqueer poetry at the Massachusetts Poetry Festival in “Witch City” (Salem), and taught collage art and Tarot workshops at Easton Mountain. In September, I began Year 3 of the Temple of Witchcraft Mystery School, shamanic and shadow work. I took my erotic magic to a new level at a week-long Body Electric retreat.
We’ve had an unprecedented flourishing of family connections this year with people we’re actually related to. What a surreal, wonderful experience to have dinner over Thanksgiving weekend with my husband and son, my stepmom, my dad and my mom-of-choice Roberta (a/k/a my late mother’s two exes). We also had festive meals with my cousins-in-law and my maternal first cousin’s family.
We look more alike than ever!
The “Ice Cream Museum” in Soho was a rip-off but I loved the decor.
The Young Master is in 8th grade. He is obsessed with all things Apple and AI-related. His new hobbies are mixing song transitions on his Brazilian phonk playlists, and making the colored lights in his room synchronize with the music. He talked me into getting an Apple Watch which I like more than I expected. I’d held out because it seemed like a tool of the surveillance state, but that’s inescapable anyway, so I might as well feel like Dick Tracy and answer phone calls by shouting at my wrist.
This will be the last Reiter’s Block post in its current format. Early next year, JendiReiter.com will relaunch with a new design from our friends at Tunnel 7. No more creaky WordPress site! Instead of a blog, Reiter’s Block will eventually reappear as a free Substack newsletter. The old posts will be archived on the new website. Thank you for following my 19-year journey on this site from angry Anglican lady to transsexual socialist witch. Come fight fascism with me in 2026!
THEODORE!!