Sharing articles from Autostraddle aka revealing my queerness
Adulthood is so hard! Some days it feels like feeding all your hopes and dreams through a paper shredder. You do the best you can, but that machine never fucking seems to jam; sometimes the only thing left for you to do is cry. When that time comes for you, my advice is to embrace it fully. I do! I mean, not to brag, but I’ve probably cried more tears in the past year than some people manage to eke out in their entire lives. I think of myself as Kanye and Jay Z’s weepy counterpart: I bawl so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me.* And once I’m done human typhooning, I do my best to move past it as quickly as possible.
MOM vs. PUNK
Ways I am like a mom now: I un-ironically watched the Today Show this morning.
Ways I am still a total punk: I ironically watched Kathie Lee & Hoda afterwards.Mom: I’m up at 6:30 with Ella.
Punk: I’m exhausted from staying up too late mixing.Mom: I walked an extra 5 minutes for errands because Duane Reade had a sale on diapers.
Punk: I had forgotten an umbrella and said $%&* it, not like I’ll actually catch pneumonia or something.Mom: I also got a York Peppermint Pattie at the pharmacy because “needed my chocolate fix.”
Punk: …I let Ella try some too.
Putting on cold lotion in the winter is the worst. Even when I lived in San Francisco, the air there always felt damp, clammy almost. I loved staying with my sister in the Sunset, but I hated showering outside of the microclimate I was used to across the bay. It’s so hard to put my finger on it, but ultimately I want the sensation of moisturized skin that’s dry to the touch by the time I’m ready to get dressed. Now that we’re dealing with New England winters, every little second between getting out of the shower and getting into clothes counts, even with the heat cranked up high.