It’s exactly as not fun as it sounds and if you were close enough you’ll loose your mind.

Sounds promising!

I genuinely think Ari Drennen does not think of trans people who exist below a certain tax bracket, yet insists on generalizing her incredibly narrow and limited worldview to the experiences of a population pushed out of the formal economy worldwide.

Who said anything about exile? This bitch with a huge platform is talking shit about the rest of us. Go off though.

Thank you!

I got to be the bitch consoling her next girlfriend after she did the deed. I got to hear that what she probably wanted was me. Obviously. It was always the girl before the girl she had in the moment that she loved the most. The last one she fumbled. I fumbled her girls too. We’re all just fucked.

She yelled at me about all her live life fumbles. In Fargo she was yelling about how she would have married the girl before me. I never had the heart to tell her I had ring for her if it had gone another way. She wanted to go paint with the next girl. She got a few more years of adventure.

We had a domestic in Fargo about this time of year in 22 and I turned into “every tranny in Minneapolis” it made a certain sense. The fear and judgment, boundaries that seem lazy and selfish. I was just sick of her telling me to kill myself. Whining about hurting her loved ones.

Idk how many love triangles we had vs mutual friends or how that all worked. All I know is I broke after Sloane broke and I cut off, ghosted or distanced my from all our mutuals. It took years but idk Minneapolis fucked us up. We fucked up. Our friends got cold.

The shit I told this woman when we blew up will haunt me forever. The things she threw back at me. We held each other accountable as we could and hey looks like it killed one of us. Or lot of things did, who knows. I miss her so much. I finally get to after being so scared of each other.

You can’t heal for other people. All you can do is be there for them. Sometimes it takes a toll. On you. People aren’t usually nice to whores like Sloane. She wasn’t nice to her friends as much as she’d have liked. We understood and we distanced ourselves when we had to.

You can live plenty in thirty six years I suppose. Asking more of her would have been rude considering what she went through on a regular basis. I’m caught feeling responsible for her life as if her death was incidental. She was suicidal when I met her. She lived another four and a half year.

But we got to be ourselves. She got me outside when I was In some hellish agoraphobic spiral. She got herself outside. She convinced me to quit meth. I only started it in the first place because I loved her and it was fun. I wanted to show her she could quit. She just didn’t want to.