Baopu #115: Creating, Towards Utopia
The place I went to was no utopia. But it doesn’t stop me from making one myself.
The place I went to was no utopia. But it doesn’t stop me from making one myself.
Finally, some justice in this wretched world!
When we meet again, we’ll always be free.
If I had a nickel for every time moms with backyard chickens have contributed to my cross country dyke community…
I’ve been waiting to go home for years; but when I do, I wonder about who I am when I get there.
You KNOW I’m gonna get an A+ in getting a tattoo. My artist will be sooo impressed.
Why can’t it be just happiness all the time?
LGBTs these days… all they know is be broke, support local queer businesses, go outside and wear cute outfits.
Only occasionally letting people in.
This one goes out to all the helicopter pet parents.
A poetic feeling in the hour of the in-between.
Thank you to the dykes who were 10 years older than me when I was 22, they had patience in their heart.
…which is always easier said than done, but know that you are seen, all the way.
You WILL remember how to be around people. You WILL re-establish a community. You WILL!
When your days feels like an endless rotation of social media and coffee… don’t forget to stretch, and don’t drink coffee by yourself!
Time to refresh your wardrobe and get back into your hobbies, right?
Don’t feel like making New Year’s resolutions? Your future self will probably appreciate you for giving them the free reign.
Lower your expectations and increase your coziness!
Nobody told me creating another human is the death of the creators’ relationship.
Some lazy Saturday mornings belong to the cat.