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."
: Documentary lady
The lady in front of me on this flight is watching a truly infohazardous documentary
on her phone about some mom whose teenage daughter got pulled into an online
trafficking ring—one of those extremely rare and awful “stereotypical” predator
stories that keeps parents up at night because it’s just so vivid and horrible.
Have been mentally playing the Jason Isbell song “Save the World” for about an
hour, that awkward guitar riff perhaps a picture of our own powerlessness over
the inevitable march of time. Pedo documentary lady reminds me that I am not the
only one despairing, as if that’s any comfort.
