working class moment

never look a gift homie in the mouth

pretransition, i used to think i was a nerd, but post transitioning and interacting with a wide community of trans women, i realize i was never a nerd, i just wasn't cool

*roommate watching me light a candle with the wick too far down in the glass using a piece of spaghetti* her: you're a genius me: no. i did not invent this. these are the old ways, the ways of your foremothers

i need to buy in... i need to buy in... i'm broken... i need to buy in... the fire looks so warm... i'm faulty... i'm an alien... i have to buy in... i have to domesticate myself... arf

look, fuck trump, and fuck kamala, i get it. the genocide matters more. but i'm sick of this canard; this isn't about "drag brunch", one side wants to ban my ability to step outside my door and be myself. hope you intend to defend me if that happens, but i doubt it...

Porn where everything is censored except for their feet

apparently my folks are fighting, and my dad's giving my mom the silent treatment. it's always unlimited love and support for my mom hours on my watch, but some sick part of me is like, "hah, now you know what my childhood was like"

I got permission 🔒♻️

once upon a time we used to have noble onanists, but now all we have left are lowly gooners

0 muted words, I'm raw dogging the discourse baby

abolish the death penalty

why would anyone wanna be the mary when you could be the rhoda??

last night was a serious of rituals to cross between the profane and the sacred

imagine having a wife...*sigh* imagine being a wife... *deeper sigh*

are you cheating on me. why not

I just want to be babygirl. I don’t want to be strong and independent anymore.

dreamt last night that I was in a verdant rainforest labyrinth seeking the tree of life, I had to know the taste of the fruit for myself

my mind's a blank today, so I'm hopping on trends. what do you see when you look at me?