Crit Nasty Podcast co-host - find us wherever you get your podcasts! Working in creative development in animation & also on personal development just generally
It’s stunning. It reminds me all the time that there are so many women whose lives are dampened by Christ and men. What song would they choose for themselves, to sing for a bar of people to hear? It reminds me all the time that it so easily could’ve been me, in another world.
I am watching a woman discover living her life. She sang karaoke for the first time and came off the stage breathless with joy (she sang “She Will Be Loved”). She meets strangers and talks to them about her interests. She chooses when to go home and she chooses when to go out.
100% of my parents’ children are trans or women. And I just feel sick today thinking about how likely it is that they voted violently against every single one of them.
I am part of the 3 for 3 club. Every presidential vote I’ve ever been able to cast has been first and foremostly about opposing trump. The 2016 election being my first ever voting experience was a really tough one to start with, in regards to my spirit.
Harley will be gone for the next three weeks and I come home to not only a stocked fridge and a cleaned home, but many tiny treats lined up for me and waiting on the bed🥲🥹
My body is stubborn. My digestive tract bickers with itself. I am the only person who gets twisted up about any of it.
(I have a fucking stomach ache and I always have)
Forget brat summer, it’s almost “can you hear the call of the wild girl? Take off your shoes now… Your mother is calling to you and she says we are birds in the sky!” Autumn.
The teens that run the in n out near my house would fucking MASSACRE any of the teens who run 7Brew. At literally anything. Any game, any contest. The in n out teens would come out on top.