And it’s not Morrissey, how bizarre

Is now the time for a JLD tattoo?

What is the world without Hugh Hefner? Perhaps one that has a chance at being better? Sure a life is a life is a life lost, but how much can we really lament the loss of a rich white man who amassed millions from promoting the fetishization of women as little, if anything at all, more than their bodies?

What is the world without Hugh Hefner? Perhaps one that has a chance at being better? Sure a life is a life is a life lost, but how much can we really lament the loss of a rich white man who amassed millions from promoting the fetishization of women as little, if anything at all, more than their bodies?

Feeling extra lame for never having sunbathed topless in my life :/

If you have never eaten fast food, I don’t want to know you.

After all, modern technology is failing us. Sad!

Melania Trump will have her very own room for hair, wardrobe, and makeup at the White House.

A modern twist on Grey Gardens. I can’t wait.

I want to see it with a freshly loaded fireball and some vodka for back up. Maybe my cat in my purse, maybe an empty water bottle to hold my tears.

yes there are big differences, but that doesn’t mean one is more deserving of being ignored/wiped out of history/not even considered when addressing the character/work of this person. it feels like a “oh they only kidnapped and tortured them not murdered them” argument.......which is to say ridiculous.

So glad you wrote this- I’m tired of “better art” being used as a good excuse/validation of Trump’s presidency. I think it’s similar to the also untrue belief that artists have to be suffering to create better art- perhaps it makes you more aware/sensitive, but actual suffering is more likely to cause a lack of…

Even my tears are crying their own tears.

I almost cried and I’m in Canada. I had no idea either...

Your writing is my favorite, and this post captures the horror so well. How a homophobic, misogynistic, racist bully can be elected as president is beyond the comprehension of my soul.

*gave

I had to get a special doula when I have birth to my cat, one who wouldn’t judge me for rolling the placenta up and smoking it in a joint.

Picture this: It’s the late 90s and I’m 18 years old (ish), barely out of high school. Attending one of those parties that when you arrive you find out it’s not actually a party but more of a small gathering. The basement of an all but stranger in an adjoining suburb (potential for a Lifetime, lucky to be alive story…

By watching Glitter on endless repeat?

Also, I feel like I just got paid in puke.