when keepin it real (tight) goes wrong

Lewiston Maine. The (formerly) safest state in the union.

Dudes Twitter likes were Trump Jr, tucker Carlson and all kinds of other MAGAt fodder. Also one of two retweets mentioned mass murder.

This motherfucker is slowly making his way toward my home and children. Last sighting is 35 min away or so.

I don’t have a gun and I regret that choice right now. I wouldn’t wish this feeling of helplessness and terror on anyone.

This is always a mental health issue at its core.

Humor me and pick up a copy of Susan Faludis book “stiffed”

This is the 90s all over again. Fuck.

As someone who came of age in the 80s/90s, that’s not true. I can’t describe the pre and early internet-as-we-know-it days, but they hit different. No anxieties over being always-reachable basically.

Perfectly balanced hard drive platters, as it should be.

That’s not true but okay. It would take quite the consisten circle of asymptomatic contacts for what you said to be remotely true.

Do you like fish dicks?

What about consent?

Oh, reticulum…

I’d be giving a thumbs up if I had three people juggling my jewels at the same time, too!

“Why didn’t they pick me up?” She says with her head tilted…

“I just want to go home. Will you take me home? I’m cold. So so cold. Hold my hand.”