bullets, water, or waiting?

there’s a trans woman out there doing it better

all of it

like just really all of it

conceptualizing of my body as a heavy masculinized factory scale operation with a blue collar workforce in the thousands who are all old, greasy dudes bringing pails and brown bags for lunch that now has had to - for some sudden and unknown reason - hard pivot from mass producing auto parts and jet engines into porcelain teacups and stuffed animals and not a single thing else changing about the setup between and the strange little exasperated conversations between the dozens of floor managers and their crews trying to now desperately figure out how the fuck they're gonna make girl now, gives me such gender friction, I delight in the sparks

[person with a horrendous understanding of both marxism and queerness]: Closeted people are the bourgeoisie of queerness, because they benefit from the labor of out queer people while adding no visible queerness of their own.

trans women and cis women are the same gender, btw.

and the same sex, btw

i am wasting So Much Salt this week. drinking some warm water with lemon and two salt packets to cope this morning. feels better than drinking coffee

mango chili electrolyte packets i love u

my beautiful wife, severe thunderstorm warning, is texting me 😌😚😍😍

do you guys ever think about that time someone On Here was like "man James Baldwin has some good takes but he's so pretentious about it" and then it was promptly revealed that they had no idea who James Baldwin was and they were under the impression he was some sort of contemporary blogger who they only knew from seeing him quoted on tumblr. I think about that constantly.