the gnat in my ear. the gristle in my teeth

spuffy is death and the maiden TO ME

the structural goal of lesbian media representation is to make being a dyke look as unappealing as possible. u have cops u have bullies u have blandly feminine white women pecking dispassionately it's so disconnected to the vital pulse of lesbian existence that's sexy and subversive and iconoclastic and countercultural. they can't show real lesbians because too many of them are fat communists and look good doing it

ever since i was a little girl i knew i won’t be participating

thinking about ianthe and harrow sacreligiously indulging each other by using last names, sinning and scrambling for scraps of the pre-canonized selves neither of them thought they would miss. the selves that were tied down by something as ephemeral and ridiculous as filial piety and blood. it’s over and done and we can’t go back and don’t tell god but please just say my name out loud

Let's all run outside and start yelling and screaming and see if we can get people to panic. If everyone did this it would make a big difference

seems like my dedication to my isolation isn’t going to save me. that’s crazyyyyy

just had a really stable moment where i opened a redbull at the exact same second someone started playing industrial music in the apartment below and i briefly thought it was coming from inside the redbull can