What is a woman
A woman contains multitudes
She is power in the face of patriarchy
She is whatever the fuck she wants to be
She is not limited by simple definitions
She is not limited
Don't try to contain her with your words
And there ends bad post-midnight impulse poetry without any thinking or planning.
Okay, that just happened because twitter has decided my interests are NZ Politic, Canadian COVID debates (for reasons I do not understand) and both sides of the trans rights culture war. I understand the NZ politics part, as I followed some slighty lefty local news sources. But the trans rights seems to be based only on a couple of celebrities I followed.
In other news my dad came to town and brought me a full box of minifigures from a Christchurch toyworld, and it proved to have three of each mini (which is the best outcome, two of some and four of others is irksome). And he hung out a bit with helped with my feeling stupidly lonely. And mostly it was without my sister also being there, she only had a couple of hours of deeply infuriating me by being self-righteous and awful.
I am still failing at mental health. I have still failed to message my GP about how fast/slow I should be progressing the lowering of my pain meds (or if I should keep it up at all).
I am still a fail human. Which will surprise no-one.
I should stop sexually objectifying Kevin McCloud, MBE, as he wanders construction sites and go to bed. It is more than an hour past my bed time. If not for twitter distractions I was on track to head to bed about three hours ago... how does that happen.
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