Dear Darling Ones, Much like you, I’m really very tired of living through unprecedented times and major historical events on the reg. It’s weird how everything can be chaotic all the time and yet I’m frequently so fucking bored that I can feel my brain cells dying because they can’t think of anything better to do. I’m not gonna write about the turnip or peaches because I’ve been so anxious about the violent overthrow of our government leading up to…
Hi Darling Ones, Every year for Christmas Sister #4 gets me a hostess gift for letting her stay with me and also for hosting all our holiday events. It’s usually a random item off my Amazon wishlist. One year she got me an aqua-colored can opener. One year it was a Cameron from “Ferris Bueller” Funko Pop. It’s always super sweet and thoughtful. I try to return the favor by filling a Christmas stocking with junk and those Reeses Trees…
Hi Darling Ones, This weekend I made the extremely smart decision to re-read Kevin Brockmeier’s The Brief History of the Dead, a novel about the end of the world caused by a viral pandemic that decimates most of the world’s population except for one woman living in extreme isolation in Minnesota Antarctica. There’s even a bit about people with websites documenting the end of the world through diaries. Heh. Heh. Heh. It sounds more dire than it is. Well, no,…
Dear Darling Ones, I’ve suffered with insomnia for most of my life. I had a tumultuous, insecure childhood which made me anxious and unable to sleep. When Ronald Reagan was elected I spent most of the 80s awake in my bed fearing nuclear war. My battles with sleep have been well-chronicled in the pixels of I Will Dare. Since I was a kid one of my self-soothing, pre-sleep rituals was telling myself romantic stories. It started with Fonzie, of course….
Yeah, Darling Ones, I don’t even know what to fucking say. How do you bounce back from a white supremacist mob of terrorists overtaking the capitol at the behest of the President in the middle of a pandemic while the police and military basically greet the dirtbags with open doors and warm cookies? Like do I come back here and make masturbation jokes while whining about being lonely? Were we all supposed to work yesterday? Today? Forever? Four thousand people…
Hi Darling Ones, I don’t have a lot of words left in me today. I used a lot of them writing, and then I zoomed with the Tea Ladies where one of the Amys said that she thought of me as her, and I quote, “cool friend.” I laughed very loudly and rudely. I am a lot of things and cool is not one of them. It delighted me nonetheless. What I wanted to tell you is that I made…