“Why do we need sexuality labels? Why can’t we just be free?” They are descriptors, David. These terms are describing experiences specific groups have. They are necessary to articulate these experiences that are unique to them.

I think I’d make a good Minnesotan.

People always talk about the AIDS crisis like it was so long ago and a bygone tragedy. My parents graduated high school in ‘84. Ryan White died the year I was born. History isn’t that long ago.

Been sick since Thursday. Did telehealth. It’s my old friend, Mr. Bronchitis. 🤒

Thinking about how years of weird online fear-mongering and baseless oikophobia around American foods and the FDAcreated MAHA and became a self fulfilling prophecy by rapidly disintegrating food safety protections in the US leading to the most recalls we’ve had in decades.

One of the worst songs to me has got to be Garden Party by Ricky Nelson. 🎶“I went to a garden party and saw Yoko eat a hotdog.”🎵 I don’t care, Ricky Nelson!

Me, trying to sleep:😴 My brain: “Ru Paul’s Drag Race… Rand Paul’s Drag Race… Ayn Rand’s Drag Race.”

According to my KDP stats, someone is 81 pages into reading Hollow Wraiths. That poor, neglected book. I hope the reader enjoys slimy ghost nonsense.

Controversial opinion but I don’t like Pagan versions of Christmas songs. It feels forced to me. Plus I, as someone raised (neo)Anabaptist in a German American household, love old-timey Christmas music as is.

All I want for Christmas is to get someone to draw the Whopperjaw for me.

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Going through family history on the ancestry website again. Some of my Ontario family is a dead end, but through the maternal lines there’s lots of quebecois going back a few hundred years. Proof my love of cheese fries and maple syrup is genetic.

12:30AM, my brain: “More Reba! More Wynonna!” youtu.be/r2tJsplKN1w?...

Doing window displays for fancy department stores must be one of the funnest jobs in the world. I want that job.

Although I prefer the IT miniseries to the movies, I’ve really been enjoying Welcome to Derry.

I hate generation discourse, but I really do think millennials lost something special when hipsters died. There was a lot of great creativity and earnestness that was truly unique that’s nowhere to be found now.

Sharing this yet again. I appreciate the kindness and support. Mom is still dealing with her post surgery issues. I’m trying to keep us both afloat and hard when I’m disabled.

Top five film genres: - sad gay guy who is finding himself - there’s a crime in the 90s, possibly with computers or worse - a novelty item is haunted - nu metal fight scenes - poorly lit ghosts

I love American English because you can say “tomorrow” any way your heart desires.

Mom won her case!!!!

Mel C is making gay thumpa-thumpa dance music again. Nature is healing.

Found out the gales this time of year on the Great Lakes are called the Witches of November. 👀

My brain: “bad things will happen if you break routine. You’re probably dying. You should be afraid of relaxing. No now actually likes you they’re just lying.” Also my brain: “lol Jodie Foster Wallace.”

Got a lecture from my sister about how my homelessness bothers her and it’s, quote, “ratchet.” I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do it again, I guess.

Someone sued their room, checked out, and left their dog behind on purpose. 😢 animal control was called to take him to a shelter. Some people suck so bad.

Instagram: “we’ve noticed you’re gay. Would you like perpetual streams of noxious “”ironic”” homophobic jokes?” Me: “no thank you.” Insta: … Me: … Insta: “how about muscle men asmr?” Me: “… Okay.”

@althaeasebastiani.bsky.social thank you, friend. 🙏

Mom hasn’t heard back from the judge about her unemployment yet. Storage is due soon and I have only enough for three more days here. Trying not to freak out.

Not feeling good today so I’ve been playing around some more on that ancestry site. On mom’s side I have a multi great grandma who was born in Hartford, Connecticut during the times of their witch trials, which would be a very stressful time to have a baby.

I was up late with insomnia, mucking about on ancestry sites and fell down a rabbit hole of my dad’s mom’s mom’s family members, tracing them all the way back to 1600s New Netherlands/Dutch New York and New Jersey. Which I think is neat.

This morning I woke up to a terrible, burning plastic/bleach smell that made my lungs burn and tighten. I thought someone was smoking meth or doing a home perm or both. Turns out it’s the hotel heaters.

Sometimes I think about the German Pizza Hut waitress I met ten years ago who I bonded with over our love of German-American midwest history. Hope she’s doing well.

First snow of the season!

Scared out of my mind what I’m gonna do after Tuesday. I hate this so much. I currently have three cents to my name. I’m trying to figure it out but I’m also thinking of just lying here and letting the November snow take me.

I was not meant to be a king, I was meant to be midwestern. I was meant to eat cheese curds and “carmel” and pork tenderloin sandwiches and go Christmas shopping in Frankenmuth, I was meant to use a warsh rag and read Bradbury and listen to Sufjan Stevens and stand in awe of the Great Lakes.

As a kid Thirteen Ghosts (2001) completely terrified me, especially the jackal, but as an adult it’s a comfort movie.

No one: Me: Remeber when baby Alanis made Paula Abdul music? youtu.be/ar7afdfBHj4?...

I need Amish food. Buttered noodles, venison, rhubarb pie, fluffy bread, squeaky cheese, apple strudel, peanut butter pie. I need it.

I’m tired of living in crisis. No matter what I do it’s not enough.

I’m grateful beyond measure for the help I’ve received from friends and strangers and I know I’m not owed anything, but there’s something soul-crushing about my family leaving us out to dry.

Remember when Americans didn’t need a passport to go to Canada and midwesterners could just go to Sault Ste. Marie on a weekend trip? Good times.

Being homeless sucks. 2/10, do not recommend.

Sharing this yet again. I appreciate the kindness and support. Mom is still dealing with her post surgery issues. I’m trying to keep us both afloat and hard when I’m disabled.

My cousin sent me pics of my cats. My babies!!! 😭

I have enough rent til Saturday. None for food or gas, but enough til Saturday.

Looks like a nail salon

I hate how everyone has the same mean-spirited, low-effort, sassy personality now. Like they were written as bullies for the Disney channel.

Mom had a court hearing for her wrongful termination. The company was a no-show and judge was nice to her. He said it looks good for her going forward.

Some of you have never cried alone in your room to the Garden State soundtrack and it shows.

I hate how people talk about the 1950s. It’s either halcyon days gone by or Stepford Handmaid’s Wife Tale or something. Both are based on misremembered Happy Days reruns and ahistorical memes.