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.
28. throne
I am in a strange place.
Not emotionally, but materially, physically, environmentally.
There’s an interesting phenomenon that co-occurs with unexpected change in one’s environment, something we rarely notice until unforeseen disruptions of the normal routine unravel the weave of the familiar an...
Jan 12, 2025
27. how it feels
Content Warning: Today's piece reflects on the California fires, gun violence, white supremacist culture, and other potentially activating topics. Please read at your own risk, take care of your mental health and your people, and skip this one if you're feeling taxed by the weight of the world.
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Jan 11, 2025
26. the curtain
“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,” cries a slightly hysterical voice, desperate to conceal the true workings of a complex illusion.
In the closing scenes of the Wizard of Oz, we learn that the mysterious, renowned, ‘great and powerful’ Oz is not an omnipotent, indefatigable magici...
Jan 10, 2025
24. chaos
Wow.
Just wow.
I am actually astounded at the level of disarray in our house right now.
On Sunday, a massive storm system moved through the area and after the deluge, we noticed water seeping up from our floorboards.
Cue panic.
It’s now Thursday, and after ripping up half the floors in the hou...
Jan 09, 2025
24. brambles
I started bleeding yesterday, unexpectedly, as it’s only day 19 of my cycle. I say unexpectedly, although my menstrual cycle has been anywhere from 17 days to 31 days over the last 13 moons, and it’s - big sigh - undeniable that perimenopause is upon me.
More to come on that later, as I have an...
Jan 08, 2025
23. what if it works
A strange thing has been happening over the past week with our correspondence.
As you know, the last few days I’ve written to you, I’ve been full of piss and vinegar (ew that’s actually such a gross expression when you type it), rage and complaints.
Two nights ago, I bemoaned my estranged inner ...
Jan 07, 2025
22. jaded
You know how sometimes in life, we experience seasons of new growth, blossoming, enthusiasm, excitement, and bright-eyed wonder?
You know those times when it just feels like beautiful surprises keep popping out from behind each corner, and you are enchanted by the mystery of life unfolding befor...
Jan 06, 2025
21. dangerous
Today - tonight, I should say, as it’s now 10:20pm and I am just finally sitting down to write…
Tonight, it feels like a risky idea to write from the heart. My inner workings lately seem more volatile than I would like to express, expand upon, or delve into.
I find myself too often at the edge o...
by Amelia Travis —
Jan 05, 2025
20. jenga
Everything crashed down this morning.
You know the game Jenga? The one where you take turns gently poking the structural integrity of a tower of wooden blocks, removing them from the supportive base area and stacking them higher and higher into a progressively less stable order?
Ok, imagine that...
Jan 04, 2025
19. counting days
1 day without tobacco.
5 days since deleting social media.
19 days of writing to you here.
168 days of moving my body.
452 days alcohol free.
3,007 days of motherhood.
5,592 days of being deeply in love.
and 6,574 days since I chose myself.
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What do you mean, chose yourself?
Eighteen years ...
Jan 03, 2025
18. silence
It’s been four days since I deleted the social media apps from my phone.
The first two days, I noticed myself constantly picking my phone up anyway and automatically, habitually opening apps - any apps, all apps. Checking my bank account, email, opening Amazon. It was like my hand had a mind of i...
by Amelia Travis —
Jan 02, 2025
17. beauty
It’s the first of a new year, the dawn of 2025, and I haven’t given a single thought to my word(s) of the year.
Normally, I have at least 3, sometimes 5, but always a bare minimum of one word that is guiding me, anchoring me, helping me return to center when I feel lost or like I’ve gone astray ...
Jan 01, 2025
