I have a place to live!!! It’s a really cute building with a full kitchen, better appliances than my current place, and in a good area. The property is owned by this really sweet old lady—she let me play with her baby chihuahua puppies—who sort of reminds me of my aunt Josie.
The other night, while packing, I happened to be looking positively fiendish with some glittery-goth eye shadow I stumbled upon in an old box marked, “Glisan house kitchenware”
u okay buddy? )-: are you drinking water? never underestimate a good bath
Oh man Dessie, I miss you SO MUCH, my friend! You should text me so I have your number again, I got a new phone and lost all my contacts ;3;
Also, your blog is my favorite ♥
And yes you are right, I need to drink water. And probably take a bath.
I’ve been having the most wonderful Sundays, lately. Last night I hung out with a bunch of wonderful Queer Brown CUTIES, including oncelobos, who taught me about Alex Anwandter y estoy obsesionado.
Well! Today ended up being SUPER CORRECT, what with maxgwilliamson brightening up my afternoon, earlier. Now I’m lounging in a park, reading Queer stuff in the sun. Si señor, hoy vivo puro correctamente, mi amigo.
Walter Johnson, Soul by soul: life inside the antebellum slave market
This is the type of violence—from microaggressions to epistemic violence to emotional/physical violence to enslavement/genocide—that gets justified by asserting that the oppressor is “objective” and “logical” and thereby “credible.” As if there is objectivity in choosing to oppress. As if the emotions of entitlement, indifference, greed or hatred aren’t involved.
So I turned in my application for a place yesterday, then they told me to wait 24-72 hours for it to process, then I need to wait an extra week for shit to actually be confirmed…. This waiting is killing me. I hate this. I’m sad all the time and unsure about EVERYTHING….