stand up and slouch: scrunchies, summer, blah blah blah


there’s a lot going on (etc. etc.) and i’ve got my undercut to keep me cool, but sometimes shaving half my damn head still isn’t enough to stop me from feeling like i’m drowning in my own hair. (forever fighting the urge to shave my entire head and then wear a bunch of different wigs around)

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i would like to take a moment to defend my almost religious devotion to scrunchies — this is not the ironic obsession of the girl who’s seen too many 80’s movies. this is not the fervent, pretentious accessorizing of someone crafting a Look. no! i want you to take a moment to appreciate my 100% fucking sincere love of scrunchies.

they are practical as fucking shit and deserve some gosh darn respect — it’s all well and good if you want to feel your hair stretch and crimp around an elastic-based hair tie but so help me if that’s what you really, really want deep down in your heart. scrunchies are obscenely comfortable, they literally insist on looseness. your hair doesn’t need to be all pulled up, it needs to be fucking cradled in a bundle of soft felty goodness and that’s my final take on that. plus, they come in an infinite variety of colors/styles as opposed to your standard elastic hair tie, which will never be more important than the fact that they’re ridiculously comfortable, but it can try.

anyway, it’s fucking hot as balls and my hair is trying to kill me. nevertheless, i’m still managing to have the poor health that’s normally reserved for the darkest days of winter; i’m on my second cold of the month, losing weight, and my vision has actually deteriorated to the point where i had to actually ask someone to find my glasses for me the other day.

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i feel like there’s such a fine line w/ regards to being a creative type person but also being a person. you have to experience things and have feelings and grow (blah blah) to have anything even remotely worthwhile to say. (you can’t just write about things you fucking bought all the time, y’know?) at the same time, when Things are happening, the whole experience is time consuming and overwhelming and eats up emotional energy — talking and writing about it on top of experiencing it can just be a bit much.

a list of (mostly) serious things i’ve wanted to write about in the last month, but haven’t:

  • being queer in indiana — or, how i went to my first pride type celebration in a state that’s notoriously homophobic
  • tips on how to deal with being sick/get better faster (i didn’t write this one because i haven’t quite figured it out yet. need 2 be sick more 4 research.)
  • general poly/nonmonogamous stuff — the FAQ’s i’ve gotten since i started [polite cough] smooching multiple partners
  • reviews of all the books i’ve read since may. i’ve only made it through 3/4 of a book since june, but may itself was semi productive re: reading.