Peeking in...

It occurred to me this morning that, as a soon-to-be officially newly single person, I should probably be careful what I wear around the house. It’s not that I care much about the possibility of paramedics (or the coroner) encountering my naked body. It’s more out of consideration for the future owners of this property who’ll have to deal with a bodacious nude ghost. Then again, that might be a selling point.

My life as it is now is a convergence of factors that I never thought I’d attain to begin with. I never thought I’d make it past my mid-thirties. I never thought I’d have a stroke before the age of 60.  I never thought I’d get married, and I never thought I’d get divorced. But here I am.

I have a lot of strange life experiences. You might read about them here. I’ve spent a large amount of time studying and opining about pop culture. You might read about that here too. I’m queer as hell, a solo practicing witch, and hella disabled – those are inescapable. This space will be a dumping ground for thoughts about all of these things. There may be art. There may be cat photos. Enjoy.