
Mutant, librarian, poet, union rabble rouser, dog, Ashkenazi Jewish. Neuroweird, bodyweird, mostly sleepy.
I write about transformative justice, community, love, Judaism, Neurodivergence, mental health, Disability, geography, rivers, labor, and libraries; through poetry, opinionated essays, and short fiction.
I review Schoolhouse Rock! songs at @PropagandaRock
You just keep cracking jokes so terrible that your partner and the other participant are either unable to keep going in the face of Fozzie level groaners, or are overcome by their brat tamer impulses like its the fucking Perils of the Warp and lunge on you. Either way your laughter is incessant because you cannot be defeated in a way that matters.
"oof, if she calls that a handjob then you can keep her"
"I've heard of no foreplay but that wasn't even threeplay"
"you could have just told me you wanted me to go down on you with zero competence, then you wouldn't have needed someone else"