I saw a name in the graveyard that I knew

[sovay]

Whether because of the heat or my period, I got almost no sleep last night and what sleep I did get was full of incredibly unpleasant nightmares of the kind that do not even make good stories: someone poisoned our cats, I was accused of blood libel and it was taken seriously as a criminal charge, I went to an amusement park and there was a terrible accident and people around me died. Literally the first piece of news I saw when I checked Facebook to see whether the planet had exploded while I was asleep was this story about Jewish pride flags being equated with support for Israel and removed from a Pride event in Chicago. At least I know Autolycus and Hestia are alive and well because I woke up with one of them walking back and forth across my face and the other mewing clearly that no one had fed her in the history of ever. spatch tells me the Coney Island Cyclone is turning ninety, so that's nice. The rest of my afternoon is supposed to be highly social; I'll settle for no nightmares, I hope.

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[newredshoes]

I know I should walk away from following the conversation on Dyke March, because it's making me ill with rage, but I just keep hoping the people who speak up about everything will speak up for me, and... they're not.

[sovay]

I know I should walk away from following the conversation on Dyke March, because it's making me ill with rage, but I just keep hoping the people who speak up about everything will speak up for me, and... they're not.

What can I do for you?

[edit] In case you have not seen this photo, I thought of you.