I declared 2025 my year of sapphic romance and it has NOT disappointed

I can’t stop thinking about the crew. Securing the cabin for landing, strapping into their jumpseats, grateful to be almost done with their day - to finally rest and have a hot meal. The things I do every work day. And then in an instant, just, gone.

It’s been a really rough 12 hours for flight crew in the US. We all know the risks of the job, but it’s hard to reckon with the worst case scenario actually happening. #unitedbywings

Coping with the inauguration by doing counselor recruitment for queer camp feels like the right move today

Freezing January day in Boston, and I’m in the parking garage in my dress and heels trying to fix my tire pressure. And all I can think is that I’m not this kind of lesbian.

Apparently working an inhumane schedule over the holidays leads to pneumonia. Who knew. So glamorous.

Speechless and full of gratitude at finally being able to hold my book in my hands. You can order it here if you haven’t already! www.ethelzine.com/shop/encount...

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Preorder is live for my debut poetry collection, ENCOUNTERS IN THE CRISIS ORDINARY (Or, Embodiment Has Not Been Kind to Me Lately). Meditations on grief and chronic illness. Ghosts, dreams, dancing and breaking at the edge of the void. It’s got it all, order now!

Where are my AAR people at? Looking forward to being in San Antonio with y’all next weekend!!

I thank you god for this amazing day, and also for coffee. Mostly for coffee.

This body is a good body, because all bodies are good bodies. Even when it’s unwieldy. Even when it feels like my body and brain are at war with each other. Even when embodiment feels anything but kind to me. This body is such a good body. Here’s to 10 years in recovery.

How my day started: adorable kid who gave me cute drawings Vs. How my day is ending: broken plane

Sunrise over the tarmac *almost* makes up for the fact that crew scheduling woke me up at 2am

Overworked. Underslept. Thriving.

Fascinated by the people on planes who hold onto their empty plastic cups when I’m coming through to collect waste as if it’s their emotional support trash

Part of me feels like I’m back in high school, but wow we love a good sapphic flirtation

Anyone know fun things to do in Detroit? I’ve got an entire day there on Monday and have never been before!

It’s been a long week: 5 days 7 airports 35 flight hours 13,728 miles flown 3 crew scheduling mishaps 1 mechanical delay Not enough sleep No idea what time zone I’m in A lot of gratitude for this whole wild ride

I got called away to work a 3 day trip and accidentally left my meds in Portland. Had a panic attack because I didn’t know how to get through work without them. But…instead of crashing all this fog in my brain lifted and I felt more myself than I’ve been in like a year??? Wacky.

I don’t care if it’s 3 years from now, the next Orlando flight I work will be too soon

I didn’t come to Vegas for the casinos. I came for the canyons.

Nice to know that I still get the night-before-vacation excitement flutters while packing even though I mostly live out of suitcases and am always flying for work

I went to church this morning and managed to get roped into playing brass for Christmas Eve and uhhhhh…I guess I need to get my face in shape

What if we kissed in the bar under the sign that says “um, gay”???

The view: peaceful. The turbulence: anything but.

It’s finally cool enough to do things outside in North Carolina again

I biked almost 20 miles on my layover the other day and it felt really really good… but WOW the bruises I have I’m very uncomfortable places a few days later. OUCH.

Redeye ready

Listen we all know that the east coast will always have my heart. But I also really do have such a deep affection for California.

I’m gonna be honest I keep forgetting this app exists because I can barely keep track of what day it is, let alone remember to open things on my phone.

One of my supervisors today told me I have Los Angeles vibes and and I’ve never been so offended

Thank goodness I’m not working this weekend and don’t have to experience the chaos of hurricane flying out of Boston

Been working redeyes all week so I’m dead inside, but still trying to enjoy the Southern California sunshine

Silly puppy has no survival instinct and refuses to lie in the shade even though it’s 85 degrees outside

I swear some of these pilots really be out there on the tarmac driving an A321 like it’s a Prius

Yesterday afternoon was absolutely terrifying with 3 of my beloveds either on campus or just outside of it and me, 800 miles away and wholly powerless. This front page of texts says it all.

Today’s plans include flying between two hurricanes so that should make for a super fun afternoon

Today’s gender is Beer Dyke on this San Diego afternoon

I will never get over the fact that the Maine state flower is a PINECONE

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but moving in North Carolina in August? Do not recommend.

Time really does fly when you’re having fun - cheers to six months on the line and finally being off probation!

Okay so...I realize I wear a dress and heels and do my makeup for work, like I'm a little more femme than usual, but why has everyone I've worked with this past week looked at me and thought "yup that's a straight person for sure"??? HOW???

Me, walking around Manhattan: Wow I enjoy NYC so much more than Boston, maybe I should actually consider switching bases Me, navigating JFK airport: oh HELL no I’m not working here

The only reasons I’ll get up super early are to catch a flight or catch the sunrise on the beach

Another day in paradise (sitting in the airport because all the flights are delayed for 3 hours again)

My kingdom for a plane full of people who actually observe the seatbelt sign

Engine overheated on the taxiway last night so I was stuck in Tampa overnight with none of my stuff and lost one of my days off. So things are super great.

Spoiler alert: remembering to take my Prozac does actually decrease my anxiety. Who would’ve thought.

Having seatbacks and tray tables up for takeoff and landing isn’t some arbitrary rule - it’s literally so that egress isn’t blocked in case of an evacuation. I’m not just there to serve drinks. I’m there to make sure everyone in the cabin is safe if the worst case scenario happens