Tipazo

We didn’t deserve vine.

dyslexic scholars, disorganized archivists, high-contrast photographers, producers with inadequate equipment, shortsighted mystics, placid hallucinators, pedestrians in empty parking lots, compulsive scribes, those whose work is poisoning them, indecisive traitors, prison tattooers, bored waitresses, new world geologists, functional alcoholics in useless professions, filename poets, amateur degenerates, anyone whose pet is really weird, street sweepers, those whose holidays are celebrated ironically, paranoiacs who have been right one single miraculous time, patchy shavers, sloppy conspirators, honest teachers, failed influencers, those wearing too many layers on a warm day, unqualified translators, prisoners making good use of their time, mendacious cartographers, generous bartenders, and so on, and so forth

that cis woman teacher/helper/fixer/healer shit is the worst and most bitterly addictive kind of drug but you have to give it up, it’s not a dignified way to live

the conditioning that says: be the neck that turns the head. make them think it was all their idea. phrase the perfect words in such a way that the solution occurs to them from their own center of power (for you have no power on your own)

I spent so much time around men who were failed preachers and failed priests and failed youth group leaders and god cis women resent not being in the leadership roles they think they deserve the exact same way; they yearn to be your non-negotiable RA, your hall monitor, your ward nurse, your mother superior, and if you don’t let them do it they lose their goddamn minds