don't touch me

my book club picked two books in a row that were from men’s perspectives and i said “we need to pick a woman author next because i can’t stand the way men think about women anymore” next book? lolita

the only emotion i experience particularly strongly is glee. like straight up spinning around and giggling. whistling a little tune.

i’m so mad that when my dad woke up in the middle of the night thinking he was fucking dying because he had vertigo no one called me up to see his nystagmus. everyone knows i love vestibular disorders.

janelle monae’s the electric lady album is actually perfect. love the world building in it.

i’m so emotionally repressed that if i got cancer, the only response from loved ones that i would be able to tolerate is “cancer i hardly know her”

i use my sister’s name (leah) so infrequently that i didn’t realize i was romancing her namesake in stardew valley until fall. mind you i talk to my sister almost every day.

someone said misandry can’t have a place in feminism because straight women still need space to romantically love men. no they don’t.

my postdoc was late today because she superglued her fingers together and couldn’t figure out how to separate them.

i hate substack so much. people act like it’s some new invention and it’s literally just blogging. i didn’t read people’s livejournals either.

every time i poop something brand new comes out of me. the bristol stool chart is useless to me. i’m working on another dimension.