Since putting my horse down in May I’ve spent a lot of time looking at the many photos/videos I took of him during our 18 years together. I can see just how tired he was towards the end, and how uncomfortable. He told me he was ready, and I listened. Two days later I let him go. 🌻

He did it to prove he could. That’s small potatoes compared to what Trump, Putin, the tech bros, and the Saudis have in mind.

Too late.

Putin… of course. Fat fingers.

Not at all political. Funny, quirky. Entertaining.

Watch “The Residence” on Netflix.

Sigh.

He’s been an arrogant ass his entire life.

Well, yes. We went to see it together. Broke up there.

There was a Rothko retrospective at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis in the late 70s. Went to see it with my boyfriend. It was set up in a kind of spiral/maze display. started out feeling happy, but by the time we got to the last few paintings , we’d broken up. Very dark.

I just looked him up—he died in 2024, lauded as a champion of international women’s rights at an institute in DC. FFS.

Class of 77 — harassed by a section leader of Michael Walzer’s class. I was the only woman in the section. I declined to have sex with him. A few days later saw that my final exam grade was lowered (higher grade crossed out on the exam book). I still remember his name…

They’re going to redact/remove all GOP-related names. How will you ensure everyone involved gets outed?

When he said, “I think you’re a terrible reporter,” she should have responded, “And I think you’re a terrible president.”