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Touching my ass is transformative- finally moved this one to the finished pile, and I’m happy to report that every little flutterby was salvaged 🖤reminder at the end of where we started xoxox

Never miss an opportunity to reference The Lion King is in my list of life rules

Taking a bath. The door opens. told to stand up. Hand over the (silicone, aerodynamic) loofah. Hands on the wall.

Today is my 6th birthday cancer free. I’m happy to be alive. I’m grateful to have been believed- eventually- because a lot of women with the type of rare cancer that I had, never are. Believe people when they say something isn’t right, and never stop advocating for yourself until you find someone who will listen to what is wrong.

Sometimes, I’m hesitant to name what I went through for fear of coming across as attention seeking. But on my birthday, I always feel pulled to do so. I had cancer for almost half of my 20s. In the decade that is (allegedly- im too angsty even without the C bomb😂) to be our most carefree, I faced the possibility that I wouldn’t see 30.

When 30 arrived hand in hand with remission, the certainty that I’d get to live to see an entirely new decade fundamentally changed me. My body fighting through, giving me permission to look further than tomorrow, changed me.

It changed the way I saw myself, it changed the way I saw others. It changed what I stand for, what I love for, and what I hold onto with both hands (dicks). Life can be so long, and that is beautiful.

I think the point of me writing this today, here, is because I can. Because I exist. Shouting from whatever rooftop I can (and you know I love this rooftop so🥺🖤) that I’m very, very happy to be here, making sweet, sweet love to 35. Thanks to whoever reads this for being here with me- we’re all just walking each other home, you know.

PS I love that my birthday is on Butt Stuff day 🤭friends, quadrupeds, SHOW ME YOUR REARS!!

PPS “it’s just Reddit” but it’s also not. Being *here* in the MAD house has played a huge part in my self-discovery arc over the last year, and I’m so immensely grateful for the deviants that this place has put in my path. Thanks again 🖤

iykyk 😌

Malazan has stolen my heart, and Blood Meridian crushed it. What a month.

Stars and Barracuda are bright little lights that I’m always happy to see shining 🖤I bring to the offering table in their honour a few things that have brought joy lately- and yes, I do get happy gazing upon myself, tank u v much 😌

Please note that Deadhouse Gates represents less happiness, more emotional devastation and a bucket of tears at 3am. But, morbidly, good writing makes me happy, so there it is.

If today is a day that hurts because of what wasn’t, or what you fear will never be, I see you.

I see you.

Motherhood takes many forms, all of them combining to mean that the world is different, better, because you love. If you love like a mother, you are a mother. Happy Mother’s Day folks 🖤

Butts n Plants is basically a ritual at this point. Happy Butt Stuff Day 🖤

Rupi Kuar has my heart, even though she’s broken it a few times.

In that big body Benz, you know it’s a 6 (I know it’s there, you know it’s there- so seductive 🙂‍↕️)

This book and these characters crawled into my heart. Simon, our main character, has diagnosed OCD and an anxiety disorder. We follow him through the terrifying yet liberating process of learning what it can look like to leave behind isolation in favour of advocacy, and self-acceptance.

The author does a beautiful job of showing that sometimes, mental illness is with us for life, and healing doesn’t look like erasure, but rather fighting for a life in which our unique brains can thrive, with a partner who walks *with us* along that path.

The feminist urge to be put on my knees by someone who respects me consumes me from time to time.

Does this count as a music post if I sang the caption in my head to the tune of the jaunty Mulan song “A Girl Worth Fighting For”? I’ll let the powers that be decide.

This is my peak pillow talk. My moose is majestic. ISO someone who can do the bat.

Couldn’t decide if I liked the colour or grey versions best.