Or just the simple
"Oh, Zachary, now I can see why you were the coxswain of the rowing team. I can picture you now, Henley shirt clutching to your well muscled frame, commanding your men to Stroke! Stroke!" (3/3)

"Darling, I know this will never work out between us. You, a tenured academic of literature at Dartmouth, and I, a foolish women who merely served as editor for the Post. We come from different worlds, one of fact, one of fiction. Uncle Theodore will never approve." (2/3)

Hush. I know a perfectly lovely lady who had her face smashed into Turner's crotch and has nothing but wonderful things to say about the experience.

Hush. I know a perfectly lovely woman who had her face mashed into Turner's crotch and speaks highly of the entire experience.

Ah, the eternal whip of classism - until you have transcended your economic class, you are prohibited from enjoying anything the economy has to offer.

Heart Eyes had no deep messaging, just enjoyable slaughter. Abigail had a little family estrangment drama/need for redemption arcs, but most of that was secondary to the redonk nature of that film. And The Lighthouse was just horrifying.

The above brought to you by the nightmare factory which is my brain.

Are you comparing yourself against people who monetize their appearance and online presence? And are you finding yourself wanting? Congratulations, girl!! You've just gender affirmed yourself!!!!

It's not that I have to it's that I want to.

I would read this as your eulogy.

Warm up. Start by calling Dominos for a delivery. Call another Dominos for another delivery. Call one more Dominos for the same. And then forget you had a scheduled phone call, eat pizza, and spend your afternoon on the porcelin throne with the phone watching androgynous anime characters kissing.

I wonder how many others have this cognitive disconnect. And I wonder how much the fight for equality and access for disabled folx is weakened by how many of us were conditioned to think of ourselves.

Despite countless "Very Special Episodes" of 80s sitcoms, what I learned from my culture is that "disabled" equals "less than". And so I instinctively shy away from describing myself as disabled. I know this, and I fight against it.

But seriously, whether you are out to many, out to a few, or only out to yourself, I wish you love, acceptance, and peace.