In which we social distance in the pantry.
Or, Supporting Your Partner Through a Dietary Change for Medical Reasons When You’re Tired, Queer, and Have a History of Disordered Eating
Hot cocoa for chilly spring nights
Or, cheap and good pesto for your queer decadence on a budget
In which we rub oatmeal on our face and scream into the void
In which my partner is 30 and getting bi.
JUST TRYING TO LIVE MY LIFE, OCCASIONALLY DELICIOUSLY.
On metaphors and small gardens
Or, the time I called Cincinnati chili “bisexual” in a food journal
Or, on lavender, the language of flowers, queer healing, and cookies.
Last June, my partner discovered a raspberry bush straddling a parking lot and a church garden, which have both since been bulldozed and turned into an apartment building we cannot afford to live in.