you paid for this: sorry i left you out

Maybe one day, hopefully forever from now, when my aunt(s) and both of my parents are dead, I'll be able to write freely about my life experiences.

I wrote about it in a newsletter a few weeks ago, but didn't fully explain the issue. I also won't do that here, but November consisted of: Feeling bad about myself because I look white but also don't look white, and I never know where to fit in or what to call myself.

I started to use threads (instagram's version of twitter) a bit more and then stirred shit up on threads by having an opinion about thanksgiving's existence and my own racial identity.

The opinion was about Thanksgiving. The fury was quick. People do not want anyone to feel negatively about their favorite holiday.

But Sydney Sweeney isn't a puppy, or an inflatable, waving, smiling air tube, so even Glen couldn't pull off the chemistry.