This is my garbage site. It's supposed to be garbage, which I'm told is
liberating. You aren't supposed to like it, or me.
I created this site because I wanted a site where I could talk about
personal shit, particularly gender politics, regular politics, and my
assorted gender issues. Goal is to write more freely/stream
of consciousness instead of trying to edit myself and play it safe. There will
be some questionable punctuation and design decisions.
"If I have peed farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of
giants."
: Don't fuckin touch me
In the five love languages quiz I always get physical touch. I'm a big
physical touch person. I like hugs, kisses, and sex when I like
them.
That does not mean I want those things from every stranger. In fact, it
means I am especially sensitive to physical contact when it is forced on
me.
I met today a friend of a friend for the first time and she kept trying to
do all these consolatory touch things. You know, because I was doing the
ironic millennial thing of making jokes about being so anxious I could
vibrate myself off a cliff at any moment and being fugly and so on, and she
was of the more toxic positivity/post-gender/post-sexuality vibe, so when I
said something self deprecating, instead of getting the joke or being like
"same" (the correct millennial response) she would like, try to touch me on
the shoulder? sympathetically?
