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at my college reunion and my phone keeps trying to connect to the wifi even though I haven’t lived here in five years and also didn’t have this particular device in undergrad

standing in redacted area coffee shop which is staffed almost entirely by unionized queers their friends keep coming in to say hi because the pride parade starts two blocks from here they’re blasting tegan and sara before 10am and me? i have a fancy lunch with my mom later so i’m in a dress presenting as incredibly straight

have been up for 20 straight hours and have been talking talking talking for most of it and now I am on the foldout couch in my friend’s apartment and I simply do not want to go to sleep

sitting on the steps of the main library on my old college campus eating take out but NOT having a breakdown what is this

have to be up at 5 tomorrow so i can take a stupidly early train to redacted so i can attend my college reunion this weekend (it's been 5 years, can you believe). but instead i am on here and making desultory notes towards the dickson fics i have prompts for in my inbox. alas

received baby's first spambot ao3 comment 😔

ugh there's mitford sisters discourse happening elsewhere on the internet and i'm considering revving up my old substack (i know) to Comment on it. for tonight i'm containing myself to a bluesky reply thread (i know, i know) but wow it has got me het up

about to see The Children’s Hour (1961) for the very first time, in a theater no less, and I am so bloated it is uncomfortable to sit down. Wish me luck!!!

spent my morning learning about an American erotic folklorist named gershon legman. talk about nominative determinism !