This is what I can do:

You know what I love? I love “yes”. I love “yes” so much, and so hard, and  also its more boisterous adjutants “hell yes” and “fuck yes”.

Lately I’ve been thinking quite a bit about body hair, especially women and. I am intrigued by the fact that we live in a time where we aspire to near-hairlessness. It’s a lot of fucking pressure, is what it is, to be sufficiently depilated to please that body hair–governing cabal known as They. They are merciless taskmasters, for sure, because They are relentless about pushing the hairlessness agenda and making us feel ashamed if we don’t thread our eyebrows and wax our pits and pussies and pins to perfect glassine smoothness.

Lisa Auerbach’s Tract House project is full of badassery and makes me happy.

You know, I could get all screechy here and give you an earful about the harditudes of womanhood, lay a big screed on you about having

It’s not terribly often I say this but

Anyone who knows me IRL knows that I have a relationship with time that requires heavy reliance on the prefix “over-” to describe it.

You know who needs a good smackdown?

Your heart
is a
weapon
the size of
your fist
Keep fighting
Keep loving

The backbone of the backbone.