An Experiment in Human Connection
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Antisocial Social Club is an experiment in human creativity and connection. For 365 days, I'm committed to sharing real talk that goes deeper than the chatter and noise of social media. I might fake my own death on social media in 2025, and if I do, this is where you'll find me instead. Please come along for the ride! No, I don't know where we're going, and I'm not sure when we'll be back. So get in, but only if you're down for a trip into creative chaos and the wild unknown.
76. rhizomatic
I check “the news” once a week, and no more.Â
I brace myself when I check it, knowing that it will be full of horrors.Â
This week, I watched the “leader” of my country of origin bully the president of Ukraine, taunt him in front of the entire world, make a mockery of the highest office, and once...
Mar 01, 2025
75. get real
I started typing another post for tonight, but three sentences in, it stalled out completely and I couldn’t find a thought thread. When this happens, I’m learning to just listen, and instead of fighting it, chuck the concept entirely and just let my fingers start flowing.Â
Instead of trying to co...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 28, 2025
74. son and moon
I just got my emotional ass handed to me by my child.Â
Not for the first time. Hell, not even for the first time today - the big kid pulled me through a hurricane of their emotions earlier today, an hour plus of stormy weather, heavy tears, wailing, crumpling heap of a body collapsing to the floo...
Feb 28, 2025
motherhood
73. the cure
Wednesday, Mercury day. Messenger day. Mind day.Â
And for me (as you may now know), school day. I’m sitting in class (Shadow to Soul) and thinking about the response to yesterday’s post about how it feels to be individually and collectively holding too much.
What do we do, then, with this univers...
by amelia travis —
Feb 27, 2025
72. holding too much
“Sometimes, Amelia, when it feels like you’re holding too much, it’s because you’re holding too much.”
My dear friend Amber once said this to me when I was feeling overwhelmed, overextended, and overburdened. It was such a simple reflection, but one that cracked me open with a sense of being seen...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 25, 2025
71. the void
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I almost titled this post “sick day,” but I’m not sick. Not in the conventional sense, anyway. I'm not physically sick, mentally unwell, or in the throes of emotional illness.Â
I just have really bad cramps, a backache, and a blank stare.Â
Not sick, no.Â
Just...Â
the void.
A few years ago, whe...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 24, 2025
sacred feminine
70. ask for help
I’m taking stock of seventy days of showing up, and choosing to pat myself on the back for what we’ve accomplished so far here in the Antisocial Social Club. This post is my halfway point check in for quarter one of the ASC project, which is not just a creative writing and communication explorati...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 23, 2025
69. you are here (rx)
Think of something in need of remodeling or restoration. It could be an old ruin, a decrepit and falling down house, worn out pieces of furniture, an injured or ailing body, an uncared for piece of fine art, doesn’t matter what it is, just something that needs a refresh - you pick.
Got it in your...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 22, 2025
68. open mic no. 1
Welcome to Open Mic No. 1, the first in our Antisocial Social Club series for when Amelia just... can't. It's Friday night, it's 9:15pm, and I'm so grateful that this weekend, you gave me the words for when I don't have them myself.Â
If you enjoy this collection, let's keep it going. Please feel...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 21, 2025
poetry
67. bad day
Today was one of those terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days. Not because of anything that happened on the outside, but because of how things felt on the inside.Â
I woke up grumpy, having not slept well. It may have been due to a late night at school and being in class until midnight, or per...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 20, 2025
66. tree of life
Last Wednesday, an Ash tree called to me. Turns out, they had a very powerful message to deliver, one that I am still deciphering seven days later, and may be for some time.
Mama Mary and I went a hike to visit a grove of old growth Oaks which live near me here in Portugal. On the interpretive si...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 19, 2025
65. cosmic daze
“I like to work with the energy of Venus day,” Camden said, and I nodded, listening to the voice note as I sat outside in the sun, “but I also like the energy of Jupiter day.”Â
I knew exactly what she meant.Â
It may be Greek to some, but it’s actually Roman. Around three thousand years ago, when ...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 18, 2025
astrology
