Woman tries to survive being a postgrad student

My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:

I’m a radical inclusionist. I don’t think I have any right to tell anyone else what queerness is or how they’re allowed to experiment with their own identity. “Infiltrators” are a completely negligible problem, respectability politics is bullshit, and any downside of just trusting people with their own experiences is enormously outweighed by the problems caused by gatekeeping

Don't forget a black woman was instrumental in the making of this vaccine!

While we’re at it.

Hail Tyr

So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”

Oh! I forgot to mention! I saw him at lunch the same day, and he ran up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at this super sweet girl who comes to GSA and asked if she’s gay. I told him he should ask her because that’s not my place and he said he would.

So this isn’t lesbian/jock solidarity but I thought you guys would want to know-

Okay so today he asked me if I know how to help people having a panic attack and I was like yeah? And he smiled at me and then went “cool I think I’m having one”

Today at lunch we walked to the football field and laid in the grass and I told him thank you for being my friend (because I don’t have that many) and fistbumped me and said, “You always looked so nice and chill, how could I not want to be your friend?”

So anyway I had a very vivid lucid dream last night, in which the Old Man took me on a tour of the lands where his roots began, and we spoke at length about many things, standing on the frozen stone before a monument of swords thrust into the earth.

Isn’t that the Sverd i fjell monument in Norway?

UH YEAH THAT’S THE ONE THAT’S EXACTLY IT