Stop Me If You've Heard This One

The things we do for love, I think. The awful, terrible things we out ourselves through in order to be loved in return.

I wonder if it’s possible to get an ulcer from capitulating to patriarchal bullshit.

But hey, that’s humanity! It’s silly and pointless, aside from punctuations of brightness afforded by love and friendship.

But I’m not sure we know what “normalcy” is anymore. Is it normal to be a queer person living in a place with a government that actively tries to harm you? Is it normal to know that you might attend a gay club and be gunned down in the middle of the night? But if you don’t return to “normal,” what kind of life are you living? If there’s no joy

It's like whiplash. That's the only way to describe it. Over and over again, violence, and then we're expected to immediately return to normalcy. But I'm not sure we know what "normalcy" is anymore. Is it normal to be a queer person living in a space with a government that actively tries to harm you? Is it normal to know that you might attend a gay club and be gunned down in the middle of the night? But if you don't return to "normal", what kind of life are you living? If there's no joy, then what's the point?

Family are the people we choose to keep. And I'm choosing to let this one go, with love.

I'm my own audience, first and foremost. Shouldn't all things funny start out with a joke that's just for me?

Rituals establish where we sit inside the order of things. Human beings love habit; we are creatures of it, littering our days with to-do lists and scores of checked boxes. Routines give our complicated lives a semblance of meaning, regardless of whether our customs are something simple or incredibly complex.