So I could whine on about how my period started again after stopping, but the doctors in all of their enviable wisdom tell me I am just fine, and everything is normal. And I could be upset at bleeding for two weeks as of tomorrow, but I have realized that there is nothing I can…
So I went to the farewell party for 111 1St Street tonight, and I am fairly sober, probably because the one nib of alcohol I had was promptly soaked up by the two veggie burritos that were so out of style they stayed right in…my belly. It’s fun to observe these clots of people, enamored…
I have spent a lot of time hating myself for the physical and various other reasons. My body is not a mystery, it’s a little messed up and broken. My mind is quite another, having had to ween itself off of those ideas of self-deprecation in it’s most extreme forms and formats. It’s an unlearning…