It’s not cold. There’s a puddle of liquid water under my porch. But it’s cold enough to be snowing heavy, wet, slushy snowflakes. Today I’m going to alternate between editing and shoveling.

Had this one hanging on my office wall, back in the day

MPR is really telling us all to stay home.

Good morning

All recreational drugs should be legal and regulated by the government. Public campaigns on how to use them safely, for those who wish to. Support, not punishment, for addiction. More research into the benefits, especially of psychedelics. Immediate release of possession/distribution inmates.

The (fairly) recently released alternate take is incredible.

I gave up on publishing my memoir, for now, because the literary agents were not biting. I hope it gets there someday. I want people to know me. also it's a fine piece of writing. But more than anything, I wish to be understood, and that's the best way I know to express myself.

post a perfect album from the 90s that isn't nirvana, pearl jam, soundgarden, or alice in chains

The problem with staying home to raise babies while your spouse earns the household's income is that, no matter how egalitarian your ideals, you are still, functionally, in a subservient role. And if that relationship sours, you need the financial freedom to be able to leave.

If you want to stay home to raise babies, you should be able to do so. But not everyone wants to do that and THAT's THE POINT. Folks should be able to do what they want AND importantly THE RESOURCES should exist to support those choices. That's the part that these ghouls elide.

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I wrote a memoir and a poem. Neither published yet, but I wrote them. I started a side job as a porn star. I showed up for a few different friends. Not with money, because I don't have much of that, but several people I know experienced severe illness this year, and I was there to listen.

So I just got hired to perform on the Lyra at a wedding. Not just me, there will be other aerialists too, but how cool is that? Getting paid to go fly through the air. Waiting to hear back if this is the kind of wedding where clothes stay on or clothes come off.

Oh. Plot hole. Like a pot hole but for a story. I get it now. It’s a pun.

Carefully tucking their trunks out of the way

My gosh. Good lord, etc.

Spur, is that you? I never know anymore. I can truthfully say I did not predict Michigan would make that choice.

So they can get away with being wicked

YUP. people feel more emboldened to tell me sex things or emotional/yearning things and it’s a little icky.

Let’s keep the sexual stuff to my OnlyFans, how about

Sure haven’t

*squints* is that you, Hot Carl?

I could tell from his messages that he wasn’t right for me. Why should I spend the time and energy? And why risk the violence? Telling men no always risks retaliation, but it’s a lot safer to say no at the start.

I have given this some thought and I’d have to say @thekenchilds.com

Taking a little break from copy editing

"It's unfortunate about the energy and water demand, the environmental racism, and the plagiarism, but" hi do you hear yourself

Conditioning class. My first time inverting from straight arms rather than bent.

So this got me on a Chris Cornell Covering Things kick and may I just say:

Well that failed badly

Who wants to see some pornography

Someone I've never interacted with, who follows me on Instagram, asked me out yesterday. My internal reaction was Why on earth would I do that? I don't know you! The idea makes me itchy. I'm trying to parse my reaction. Am I being too introverted? Too demisexual? Too neurodivergent?

Friday gratitude practice. What’s everyone grateful for? Me, 2am, drifting off: “wait! I remember buying butter!” Folks, it was hiding behind the cheese. I don’t have to run to the store. And I’ll just sub in coconut sugar for granulated for the other recipe. Day-after-Christmas is saved.

even though he's blocked, Jay texted me a flannel forearm Friday photo and none of y'all even tagged me

Anyway this happened

I appreciate your subconscious doing the work. I need my friends to step up with creative ideas, because nothing I am doing is working.

Don’t forget to leave a brick out for Ben Folds this morning

Jay Cranky Pacifist is fine. He caught a three-day Bluesky block, is all.

That look in their eyes… They’re not playing for funsies.

He came with the name Reveille, which I did not care for, but I grew accustomed to calling him Revvie during service dog training, so I reverse engineered his name to The Reverend. I don’t know what he calls me. Not mother. Potentially lady.

Thank you.

Next year, your workplace/family/coven should instead do Sockret Santa, which is Secret Santa but with socks. I came up with this myself but I share it freely with the world.

WELP I was going to make some seasonal treats today, but while I was careful to get all the special ingredients for the two recipes, I neglected to check my staples. I have some sugar, but not enough, and some butter, but not enough. So today I will edit and tomorrow I will cook.

Roll Tide

Thank you. We all have to look out for each other however we can, you know?

Busy today, but I can make a little time to hang out here. And to send you some kindness if you need it today.

I don’t have the time to run a compliments thread (though I hope to for the new year), so instead, find someone on here to say something nice to. Bonus points for reaching out to folks who might be feeling down.

No dates, no prospects, but the fashion must go on. It took some doing, getting all of the features of this ensemble into a photo while not twisting my ankle in high heels on ice and also Revvie was helping. Really love that last one though.

The good Reverend wishes you a merry Christmas.

I try so hard but each year I find myself spending Christmas alone again. Life isn’t supposed to be so lonesome. But I’m glad to have my Bluesky community. Merry Christmas, you guys.