Reading a gay little romance novel about a Portuguese Jewish merchant and a ship's captain and it's perfect and low stakes and will definitely culminate (that sounds gross but, well) in fucking, and I'll be done with the book by like, tomorrow. Gotta intersperse romance with my other reads. It's called Sailor's Delight by Rose Lerner and so far it's perfect and also the observant Jewish character is not one I've seen represented in romance fiction before and it's great.



Glib but don't be fooled, it was a pretty intense and rough weekend. Everyone is okay, I just have Some Processing to do on this, and some good crying. God it's so amazing to be able to cry for resolution and processing. And for feelings. Fuck.