We have a new cat in our household. My son Will picked her out at the local shelter. She’s acted as if she wants to be an indoor cat and has only rarely gone outside. 48 more words
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English ivy is a noxious weed where I live and I hate it. It’s also a perfect fucking metaphor for gender dysphoria.
Left alone to grow, its leaf cover and epiphytic roots will choke trees and understory plants and take years or decades off their lifespans by making them more susceptible to pests and toppling in windstorms. 862 more words
Some of you know my name and my face because I shared this blog with you through my personal Facebook account. (I didn’t share with any of my family members, however, so I kindly ask that you NOT share this blog with them if you know any of them.) A few of you have no idea who I am. 772 more words