October 7, 2017… Day 261
Hello coevals, coreligionists, coerced coearthlings. It’s just been a quiet, cooped up day of reading, writing, editing, and gazing upon Twitter. The sort of day that starts out exhilarating in its unformatted solitude and winds up a bit dull and lonely.
What better balm for my soul than to cut out bits and pieces of Twitter that capture how crazed this moment feels and how radiantly angry all ciswomen, transwomen and non-female owners of ovaries should be these days?
I mean, I’m not saying it’s good to be angry. If you have a way to transmogrify your anger, then by all means… FUCKING DO IT.
But honor your anger. At the very least don’t beat yourself up for it.
