The "first they came..." poem gets quoted and quoted and quoted and quoted and you know what, we do in fact know who they're coming for first, right now, and that is trans people, and the answer needs to be "absolutely the fuck not, you motherfuckers," full stop.

I always feel a bit weird reading stuff by/about millennials and younger-- it's like it's relatable and I don't really like that? It feels like having a mirror held up to the worst parts of me, the parts that feel stunted, ineffectual, self-absorbed. The mortifying ordeal of being known etc. etc.

PLEASE

I highly recommend Who's Lila?

No amount of respect for this level of majesty is too much!

I often find bleak cosmic horror comforting because it reminds me how insignificant my little human problems are, but I don't know how common that is.