the suggestion of flannel, or: snapshot of a maybe-lesbian

Today a woman in a bow tie touched me on the arm as she walked past me, and I was thrilled, because I wondered, "Oh, snap. Does she know?" And thought secondarily: "WHAT A FUCKING RELIEF." Here is the evidence. Myself, me, February 2, 2020: An inventory. (Sorry in advance, Shakespeare.) Item: One head of … Continue reading the suggestion of flannel, or: snapshot of a maybe-lesbian

bi, bi, non-bi: january woes, or the one with ALL THE PROFANITY

CW: This piece deals with self-harm and just general being a mess. If that isn't your heart's jam right now, I understand if you need to go take a break. Greetings, fellow cool kids. My name is Dani, and I am bipolar, bisexual, and non-binary, aka bi, bi, non-bi. These are my adventures. Prologue: Y’all, … Continue reading bi, bi, non-bi: january woes, or the one with ALL THE PROFANITY