Phlegm Fatale

I'm finally home, happy to no longer be living out of suitcases and on gas station food. I'm sick with a post-tour hangover and can't find the motivation to start normal life again.

My thighs, bruised with love, beg to be framed by my booty shorts for awhile longer.

Urinary Tract Infection

I've been plagued with an awful bladder/kidney infection for close to a week now. Ouch! I haven't been sick like this for eons, but I've been pretty demanding of myself lately and so I guess this is a warning signal to proceed into the future with caution.


To make myself feel better I took a couple days off from work to nurse myself back to normal.

Fresh and delicious food.



Started designing some Aunty Panty merch.
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aaaaand...

Indulged in a little online shopping.

New BUTT beach towel.


New t-shirt by Heart Attack Culture.


New book-Persistence: All Ways Butch and Femme.


NÜ SENSAE's new 7" from Fast Weapons.

Oh, and if I can tolerate being in a room full of drunk people without being one of them, I'll probably go to the Eamon McGrath with Caves and Myles and the Blanks show tonight, and the BRAIDS show tomorrow night.

Yep. Poor pitiful me.