Random findings and ramblings from a slightly unstable, definitely chaotic individual who's just as lost as you are. Queer, poor, crazy, fat, physically disabled (kind of visibly), white, first generation grad student in English literature at UIC. Currently unemployed, looking for work. I do my best with what I have. Nothing more, nothing less.
They/them/theirs pronouns, please.
I post about oppression (queerness, gender, race, class, ability, fat/body issues, trauma, abuse), politics, SPN, BBC Sherlock, literature, American pragmatism, grad school, Post Secret, astrology (Leo), Wisconsin, Chicago, Strange Music Inc., and some other shit I find on here.
Please, feel free to ask me questions about myself and my experiences. Hypotheticals and scenarios not involving me specifically, don't expect anything that doesn't have a little snark.
Shitting on MRAs, radfems, and willfully ignorant assholes since 1990.