September 18: Short Note; Rainy Day
Been sitting here for 15 minutes trying to think of something to write... I now give up, because I need to shower and sleep. Today was not a bad day for getting up full of anger (wanted to sleep more) and anxiety (dentist :/). Also it's very gray out, I was thinking of something annoying, can't remember what, and my bus took its sweet time.
But the thing is nothing about this day was very long, except the rain, which is interminable--currently on day 3, a little much even for me. Didn't have much time to do anything at work (just video editing--also interminable), and then the dentist, which took up more time than I wanted it to with mysterious tooth things. The unfathomable mysteries of dentistry. And then home, where I have mostly just been resting like a very lazy person. But no more of that tomorrow! Tomorrow: Tasks.
I really do need to return to these things that are always bothering the back of my brain, but at the wrong times.
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If you've ever told a person who's had to be bedbound for a period of time that you wish you could "just stay in bed", DO IT.
Stay in bed. For days. But don't get up if someone needs you to, or you get bored, or you get antsy. Don't do anything other than rest. Just lie in your bed, whether you need to get stuff done around the house or socialize or anything else "productive". You'll have to cancel on people, you'll disappoint them, they won't understand.
And if you're thinking, "well, i CAN'T just be in bed. There's stuff that has to be done - I have plans", maybe ask yourself why you assumed a disabled person doesn't have plans or things to do or desires.
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I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.
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Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?
Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.
All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)
But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.
But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.
I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?
It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.
Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.
Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)
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I'm pretty fucked this weekend if we're being completely honest with ourselves here. Rain all day tomorrow AND graduation and I'm going to go out into all that to get a gift, hopefully, and then I also need to like clean shit I guess and sew a whole blanket and do laundry, and then Sun evening B and I are going to the movies. The past is way too close to me recently to hang out with him but also it will be good for me and very normal. And then I have 4 days. And I gave myself extra time off after the trip but not before like a smart person so I guess I'll be packing really fast and then heading out. The BFF and I have made no specific plans. I guess we're going to rely on 30+ years of friendship and me being Home and just wing it like when I would sleep over at her house in middle school.
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