Man sometimes I think I missed all that caring, nurturing, self sacrificing socialization I’m supposed to have had. I mean I can do that shit, but it is work to me. I have to make the effort. Like? Idk. I’m naturally quiet. I don’t like making waves and I’m usually polite and deferrential because it’s an easier way to live. But I’m not nice. I’m not kind and loving and when I do shit, I expect a reward back even if that’s just a moment of attention or a thank you. So I don’t know. A lot of this ‘women are socialized to be nurturers and self sacrificing’ just goes over my head. I believe it is real, but it was never part of my experience. Maybe it was a lack of proper maternal influence at some crucial stage or something.

If I ever own my own place, I want to dedicate a good sized part of the lawn to like edible plants, not just a garden but like plants with pretty edible flowers or roots or berries. Like Willy Wonka’s room but with plants.

One thing you should always feel comfortable doing in my ‘presence’ (ask box, messenger, replies, comments, actual real life) is saying ‘fuck’ as much as you want and/or need to express yourself. It is a very versatile and cathartic word, and I fully support it.