“It’s not a bus station, you don’t have to announce your departure.” So the thing about Twitter is that it mostly fucking sucks. The writing has been on the wall for a bit now. Probably longer than any of us…
Leave a Comment“Our sport is at a crossroads right now. While it’s easy to pile on to one star player for making ignorant comments, the reality is that ignorance is a byproduct of the immensely privileged lives that elite athletes live. And…
Leave a CommentNOTE: I wrote the first draft of this in June 2022 but never got it finished enough to publish. Now that Twitter’s about to die though, maybe, I figured I better get it out so I cobbled together an ending…
Leave a Comment“I don’t hate you boyI just want to save youWhile there’s still something left to save” I mean, fuck it, if we’re winding it back to the blogging days why not toss in a few sad bastard lyrics like it’s…
Leave a CommentSomething has to give. We’re angrier, collectively. At the system. At each other. At everything all at once. We’re just fucking angry. And surely some of the anger is righteous. But so much of it is just… there. It’s farmed…
Leave a CommentRunning on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt I picked up a pen And I wrote my way out So… things are fucked. Limping towards the second anniversary of pandemic life we had to go and toss in…
Leave a CommentI’ve been thinking a lot about identity lately. It’s Amy’s fault, but more on that after a bit of expository meandering. The aforementioned expository meandering Growing up, I knew quite a bit about the Boughner side of my lineage. My…
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