Sometimes…

… I think about how, when I was four years old, my mother put me in a Catholic daycare so that she could return to the workforce (we were not Catholic) only to pull me out in short order because with my long hair and delicate features (such a hippie child) the nuns kept thinking I was a girl and sending me to use the girls bathroom, and I would become so upset arguing with the nuns that I was in fact a boy and not a girl that I would burst into tears. The olden times were very weird. Send me an email Latest 3 posts 04 Aug, 2026 Sometimes… 04 Aug, 2026 A Rainy Reminder 02 Aug, 2026 I’m Not Saying We Should Punch People Wearing Smart Glasses… Older Posts I'd Like You to See 05 Nov, 2024 Election Night, Anxiety Night 03 Jul, 2024 Every Cat's Got a Bit of an Asshole in Him 17 Jun, 2024 Popeye as a Role Model