In which there’s The Past. Here’s me, 16 years ago, standing in my kitchen. See how rough and unfinished that shit was? The whole place looked like that. It never got better, just worse. It was barely a step above living in a car. (Well, a very large car, with a bug-infested shower, but still, […]
In which it’s nearly X-mas! The tree’s up, there are lights around the windows. I’ve done all my shopping, wrapping, and shipping for the year. Cards have been sent. We’ve received a single Christmas card — it’s on the table. Thanks, Polt! — and a gift from my aunt, a cooler full of frozen Omaha […]
In which this just popped into my head. There are two ways to die: suddenly, or expectedly. There are two ways to die: right now, or later. There are two ways to die: consciously, or unconsciously.
In which I can’t believe this nitwit is the president. Misspelled?! Zero chemistry with Putin?! Russia can greatly help?! The dangerous North Korea crisis?! Trump is an imbecile.
In which I wonder. It’s still fashionable to say things like this: Veterans used to be those who went out and fought and suffered to protect human rights. It was clear you were on the right and proper side if you were a U.S. vet and fought in one of the world wars. Now, they […]
In which I’m suddenly freezing! I don’t know if it’s being old, being fat, being pre-menopausal, or what, but my body’s not very good at temperature regulation anymore. I’m either way too hot or freezing; either opening windows and taking off socks and running fans, or layered up under a blanket. Fun with embodiment, I […]
In which there’s The Dread, aka my anxiety disorder. Had anxiety pretty bad yesterday, and during the night. Pretty anxious today, too. I know I’ve said this before, but the problem with anxiety and panic is this: Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. In the same way, being deeply […]
In which I wrote this as a response to a friend’s post on Facebook and am re-posting it here because I can. So my dear friend posted this link on her feed: And I read it and wrote this response: Well-written, sure, but would have been more powerful with actual examples of actual men in […]
In which I respond to a Twitter thread I read earlier. Everybody baggin’ on Millennials for still living at home, not earning, not taking all those jobs. Well, fuck that. I’m not a Millennial; I’ve been working for decades. I’m making now what I made when I started working in the early 90’s – my […]
In which I was serially sexually abused as a child by a slightly older male relative. So, yeah, #metoo. Me, too. My perpetrator even went to prison for it. (Not for me, but for others, later.) I honestly don’t think it affected me in any measurable way. I was never hurt or damaged. For years […]
