Been living in a state of freeze for so long, I'm not sure how to restart. I've kind detached from a lot, especially my space and my stuff. Today I'm gonna try and connect to my home. And that means painting a test patch on my bedroom wall. In PINK, because I like it, and no one can tell me no.

I keep forgetting I started another social media account. I'm just elderly and hate learning new apps. I'm still here, and still unapologetically queer and leftist. Fuck 47 and his ENTIRE regime. Fuck 🧊 and ol' big head Chuckie. ✌️

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There are places where children do NOT belong. Bars are one of those places.
(Your pet dog doesn't deserve to be trapped in a loud, chaotic, smokey place full of drunk strangers either.)

Paring down my closet has been heartbreaking, but it's also made me confront a lot of old hurts regarding belongings, growing up in poverty, and body dysphoria. But my cat is really enjoying all the windows. Silver lining.

I haven't said much about it yet, but on New Years, I moved into a 5th wheel. It's simple and cozy, and I'm looking forward to the remodeling process.

Regarding my own personal healthcare, I'd have more faith and trust in ANY of my Vet Med colleagues, more than I trust the damn human system.