you encounter a bittersweet disabled queer with a penchant for glitter, and their questionable personal experiences.
tired.
i enjoyed the movie logan over the weekend, but i also have daddy issues galore, so i bawled like a baby and then came home to have an unexpected ptsd flareup.
(oops! dad with ptsd and drinking problems who Should Technically Be Dead and is visibly grayer-looking every day. who is kind of a nifty and interesting person who does big things, but is mediocre father because of all the shit he's dealing with.
also i'm from the south and immigrated to canada for, y'know, the improved access to human rights. well. that and love. sometimes love and access to human rights goes hand in hand.)
it's thursday and...i'm only now finally starting to come through it; it's one of those messy things that's all tied up in grief and drama and bullshit.
so i'm taking the time to sit by the sunny windows and check in with my plants. warm, comfy hoodie? check. a little bit of my greenest med cut with mugwort? check. the birds and squirrels out there are loving things today; the sun cuts through the frost on the rooftops in the neighborhood as it climbs the sky.
the trees are budding. little patches of green grass are already pushing up through the winter ground. soon we'll be seeing leaves on more than just the evergreens.
all i can do is my best.




now listening: 9AM.