So, I have some new stretch marks. (I fucking get it, Universe, thank you very much.) On the top of my left thigh, stripes of red stand out against older lines of faded white. So, I am thinking of Aziraphale tonight. I have this great candle from Etsy right now. It smells like "old bookshops … Continue reading in which the writer is loving aziraphale too much to fall asleep
good omens
bi, bi, non-bi: december feels, and oh, look, i’m talking about walt whitman again
This piece originally performed at The Come Up Show ATL on December 20, 2019. Greetings, fellow cool kids. So, my name is Dani Herd, and I am bipolar, bisexual, and non-binary, aka “bi, bi, non-bi.” These are my adventures. Bi #1: I’ve known about the bipolar II the longest. This month is actually the three … Continue reading bi, bi, non-bi: december feels, and oh, look, i’m talking about walt whitman again
short hair as a means of devotion
I am on the verge of doing something new with my hair. And, as always, I catch myself in the expectation that this change is going to result in a glamorous, dramatic, complete transformation. That my hair won't just change but the shape of my face and the color of my eyes and all of … Continue reading short hair as a means of devotion
the divine power of fandom
Two very significant things have happened to me over the past two weeks. Or perhaps, in at least one of these cases, I happened to the thing. Unclear. ANYWAY: I put in notice at my job. I finally got around to watching Good Omens. Here's how I feel about both of those things: It's just time. … Continue reading the divine power of fandom
