the diva cup
when people comment on blogs, I get butterflies.
Butterflies & hell-bent inklings to write replies.
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firstly, my dear dick.
I wrote 'its hard being a man' as the title of that blog for a very good reason; I know men suffer greatly. I was merely disenthused about the tired & unnecessary narrative about women in triangles. I personally believe it is alive & well; I have seen it manifest itself. Plath & Bradgelina immediately spring to mind & Allison Komishon is the reason your brother and I arent married. - - - I do regret writing 'other woman' though. It has a negative connotation to it. It is pejorative. I should have typed the word 'next' in its place, because its not as if I am trying to hide her (expertly or otherwise). She is here. She is sleeping here. thus, all my ideas about exes and others and lovers is literally in my home defining itself to me with time... it is a madness\acceptance I never knew could exist. This has led me to ebb towards your belief in the territorial energies of love (or sense of entitlement), although something about it feels too colonial to fully accept. I dont know. I dont think a person can (or should) possess another person like that, or something. I dont know. Ask me again in August. - - -
secondly (only by timing), my madgesty.
I am home on the 24th, staying a month.
stoaked. stoaked. stoaked. I will hopefully 'moonlight' pmix & the 22 once again, party with my grandparents, eat veggie burgers, take yoga classes, wine with my parents (& let them feed me for awhile), thrift the exchange district, dance every evening, ride the bicycle of doom (bottoms up!), karaoke my heart out, and smoke manitoba grass (gravitating to you at every possible opportunity that is bestowed to me, of course) yesss... I, too have dropped the ball correspondance wise - and am sorry, but it doest matter because in two weeks I am going to devour you ...
Thirdly, to Budyk especially, I made a shirt today which read 'lick free or die trying.' ha.
Lastly, to no one specifically, I am becoming a bushier feminist as I age & need to spread the word: get the diva cup. peroid.
Butterflies & hell-bent inklings to write replies.
------
firstly, my dear dick.
I wrote 'its hard being a man' as the title of that blog for a very good reason; I know men suffer greatly. I was merely disenthused about the tired & unnecessary narrative about women in triangles. I personally believe it is alive & well; I have seen it manifest itself. Plath & Bradgelina immediately spring to mind & Allison Komishon is the reason your brother and I arent married. - - - I do regret writing 'other woman' though. It has a negative connotation to it. It is pejorative. I should have typed the word 'next' in its place, because its not as if I am trying to hide her (expertly or otherwise). She is here. She is sleeping here. thus, all my ideas about exes and others and lovers is literally in my home defining itself to me with time... it is a madness\acceptance I never knew could exist. This has led me to ebb towards your belief in the territorial energies of love (or sense of entitlement), although something about it feels too colonial to fully accept. I dont know. I dont think a person can (or should) possess another person like that, or something. I dont know. Ask me again in August. - - -
secondly (only by timing), my madgesty.
I am home on the 24th, staying a month.
stoaked. stoaked. stoaked. I will hopefully 'moonlight' pmix & the 22 once again, party with my grandparents, eat veggie burgers, take yoga classes, wine with my parents (& let them feed me for awhile), thrift the exchange district, dance every evening, ride the bicycle of doom (bottoms up!), karaoke my heart out, and smoke manitoba grass (gravitating to you at every possible opportunity that is bestowed to me, of course) yesss... I, too have dropped the ball correspondance wise - and am sorry, but it doest matter because in two weeks I am going to devour you ...
Thirdly, to Budyk especially, I made a shirt today which read 'lick free or die trying.' ha.
Lastly, to no one specifically, I am becoming a bushier feminist as I age & need to spread the word: get the diva cup. peroid.
posted by Loco at
9:22 PM
2 Comments:
Whoa, I am drunk as fuck as I read this, half cross eyed and still I laugh hysterically. I am ready for the bushier you. I am ready, I am ready, I am ready. Diva cup, buttercup, pussycat, I am ready to work alongside you, to laugh alongside you, to eat alongside you, to bike alongside you, to sing alongside you.
Drunk and ready, alongside you.
Madgesty.
You have really great taste on catch article titles, even when you are not interested in this topic you push to read it
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