What’s a poster you had in your room growing up?

This must have been very confusing for my mother, as she had her suspicions for years, but I never had the heart to say that there were just no other posters of Storm available.

Double whammy: your kid is gay AND obsessed with a fictional goddess.

WFH lunchbreak.

<quiet afternoon ritual>

Saturdays don’t ever come soon enough.

<keys turn in the front door> hey I’m home!

Me, interior monologue engaging: ok he knows what he married you won’t have to explain

What’s the first album you bought with your own money?

(No regrets all these years later)

It’s -3 F tonight and, while I’m a creature accustomed to and favoring cold, something between this and when this was taken (97°, at Dollywood) for a day or two would be a relief for my decrepit bones.

Feels like wearing a warm cloud? Yes. Makes me look like a Victorian Santa you ordered from T3mu? Also yes.

Some moments, thought quiet, are nonetheless charged.