The ethical slut
I’ve started a new book, the ethical slut. There’s a lot of positivity and empowerment and inclusivity so far and that is really great, this is a great thing. but I can see how it might get really annoying after awhile. We’ll see how it goes.
I just finished my billionth rereading of the end of vandalism. I don’t know that a more perfect book exists. It has never faded, it glitters and dances and soothes and makes my heart ache as much as ever.
What I would give to put a book like that out into the world.
My dad continues to heal and recover. I was planning to go to Tucson towards end of Jan to visit. My sisters were scheduled for the kidney transplant surgery and I was gonna go back and help them out and see my dad, who will maybe be home by then. But the donation fell through and the surgery canceled. I guess this happens a lot. And because of privacy laws they can’t say what went wrong, who or why. So my sister doesn’t get her kidney and doesn’t get to know why and it makes me feel bad. But we gotta stay hopeful. They found a match, they’ll find another one.
Is it shitty to say that I am super grateful that I did not get this disease? I got the short, stocky, boxy body type. They got a kidney disease. Life is hard for everyone.