After leash-training baby goats and picking chamomile all day yesterday, I slept deep and dreamed that karaj and whateverjeanne offered to take me jeans shopping and I was like duh please!
i WAS concerned about this but maybe my “fashion background” will kick in?!?!??! shit i don’t know. as long as i can...
but kara doesn’t even wear jeans! she’s a mermaid / barbie doll or something.
Poet / trans guy / librarian-in-training at a university in the Midwest. Into: radical masculinity, poetics, pedagogy, pickling/fermenting, goats.
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