the other night right as Eleanor was about to fall asleep I told them I was gonna legally change my name to “Brick Daddio” which caused her to cackle madly and then not fall asleep for another half hour
dropped the drafts, deleting the app, y’all can find me in the blue sky or email me @ eebridget[at]protonmail[dot]com or even kick it with me irl so long as you’re not one of the unmasked masses participating in eugenics lol but fr 😒
planting mushroom blocks in your garden, returning to harvest them, dehydrating them at home and then gifting back the finished product to you is my (very Midwest) love language
yes every time you post a pic of yourself indoors in public and unmasked I am shaking my head at you from my screen and saying heaven help these very dumb bitches
if you’re not masking in public spaces then you best keep the word “solidarity” from coming out your mouth. Masking is the floor, the bare minimum when it comes to showing your solidarity with not only the disabled masses but also the labor movement
finally tapping into community and finding language for my experience as a caregiver for the past year and a half — it’s helpful, but it doesn’t touch the ambiguous grief, only gives it a name #longcovid