I’m kind of jumping around a lot, but I’m definitely editing.
Supper tonight at Bombay Bistro with (apparently) just Keith for the b-day, which is a drag unless I want to take home a lot of leftovers (ie won’t be able to order many dishes).
Looking forward to my ultrasound. Weird that I keep having to have them, but at least they are relatively non-invasive.
Read a fantastic article by a male porn artist and sex worker and academic and social justice activist and man alive I wish I’d read it before I wrote Sweetie’s House of Tentacles. He lays out how anti-sex work activists sound EXACTLY like TERFs and the moral majority types panicking about ter geyz back in the 80’s. Like, almost word for word. Really ripped some scales from my eyes.
