must be one of those fascination things

But this week I had to take powerful antibiotics for very reasonable reasons. So now my micro biome is mega fucked and I’m looking up foods contraindicated with combatting an excess of the dread yeast, and it’s just a hit list of everything I might want as comfort food. Not just no processed sugar, berries are no good! No bread! No dairy, Many vegetables are right out, Most vinegars… basically what is left is coconut oil (hate) and cruciferous veg so I guess I’m having broccoli for dinner.

Took day 2/3 and feel wore than before and lost precious sleep time to running a shallow bath and trying to wash off as much as I could.

“Possible burning” as in, for some people it will feel like you confused your vibrator with a chili pepper.

I’m already getting so little sleep and now this!

MARCY PLAYGROUND

black sharpie in my moleskine, @ the last bookstore LA, 2026

I'm in the middle of 3 or 4 things when I remember that all the trains have already left.

At the Last Bookstore. On a big couch. I love this place.

The Last Bookstore, DTLA

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.

This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.

And when I am running late there’s a different mom with twin toddlers whose hair is as red as their mutual passion for sitting on the preferred bench spot- which seems to change but which they are both in agreement on, often resulting in loud protest that I wanted that sit from whichever one is relegated to the lesser other seat.

There’s a family with one kid just past stroller sized and one just barely still stroller sized who also take my train, and on different days of the week I know if it’s mom or dad taking them before I see them because it sounds different when dad lets the bigger kid stand on a back of stroller shelf and ride standing up.

There are people I only see when I’m running early (naturally today being a day I planned on early I am going to be late for mysterious brain reasons) and I wonder if they see me and know something about their own timing in relation to where ever they are going.

Wrrrrillow?

Paw on You look back squint

Squint

Turnaway paw tuck your hand backear

prrmTCha!

a cautious rumbling

Next you not looking mytail floppy