Sally Davis

He's along for the cheers and cheeseburgers.

Poem i started yesterday and finished this morning.

This one really begs to be smelled and touched. Incredible.

I get caught on something new each luteal. Sometimes it's not a healthy thing to be in a mental loop of. Sometimes I can feed myself something to obsess over. These past two weeks I've been filled with thoughts and imagery of The Mother, cave magic, the holy ghost & the triplefold goddess.

This morning I'm marveling at the peace of mind that comes with my menses. It feels more mentally ill to have a peaceful day/heart when the world is on fire. I'll take it and try to make the best of it though as it's certainly a fleeting feeling.

What a macabre corporate nightmare this is.

I've been in a deep and cosmic funk but have made a safe hideout under a table in the basement playroom. I like when my oldest kid comes to visit me here. He gets it. The little one is a hooligan but his visits are also sweet. Highly suggest making yourself a personal fort somewhere in your house.

My toxic trait is that I will literally lay face down on the floor and passively try to die if I'm sad.

Why Would You Say Something So Controversial Yet So Brave?

Excuse me, bluesky. How hinged are we supposed to be here? I once showed up on LinkedIn thinking it was a costume party so I just want to be up front to save us both the embarrassment.