I always felt like a linebacker with my broad shoulders, and I ripped the shoulder pads out of all my clothes when I was a kid. Now I love epaulets and other accessories that make me feel like an evil overlord.

I’m the ranch dressing, bacon bits, and carrot shreds that are leftover after all the lettuce is gone, aka the best part of the salad.

~*no*~

Fascists fear fat asses. They fear queer people, autistic people, anyone different. They are terrified little babies. Dangerous, yes, but for all their posturing, they are cowards.

I dislike any advice that starts with “always” or “never”. I can find an exception for most any rule. I’m contrary like that.

Which is why I’d really love to be a drag king. I already have my persona picked out. It’s so much easier to be Beef Jerky than it is to be myself.

Watching myself on video is punishment for crimes I never committed. I’m best perceived via the written word, then in-person, and finally dead last through video/photography.

I’m sorry you’re going through this. I wish your body was a more powerful bio-mech to support your awesome brain.

I started reading this series b/c of this review, and the ending of the 2nd book gave me too many emotions so I have to chill a bit before diving into the 3rd. It’s a fantastic series though.