maybe this and maybe that
Babes and bots, How's it going? Are you also dairy-free? Do mysterious Thanksgiving leftovers make you fart silently, atrociously, or fantastically? Are you reading this in a bedroom? A living room? At work? In the car? In an office somewhere you'd rather not be? Are you sad? Is your dad a jar of ashes in your car? Yeah. I guess that escalated quickly. Don't be alarmed, read a book. Maybe one by Alice Wong called Year of the Tiger: An Activist's Life . It has pictures! Or maybe read this poem by Chen Chen about poop and buttholes and anal sex, somehow titled "Winter." Or maybe read this other poem by Chen Chen, "When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities" Or maybe talk to yourself the way you did when you were younger. Give yourself that agency. Do it! Or maybe half-ass something, like I half-assed this blog post. And then realize you can't half-ass anything, not really. Not even wiping your butt. Everything you do you do wi...