How are you all doing on the day after Christmas? Any cool stories? My grandmother said something very moving about how she felt connected to a community in her childhood and how her grandfather knew every detail of his neighborhood, but she now feels incredibly atomized. Then she talked about how she can't stand me-too and how proud she was that none of her sons or grandsons were too queer.
I'm hungover as hell. I ate leftover spaghetti for breakfast.