Why am I so enamored with the word “fuck” these days?
Because it’s sharp, strong, succinct, and makes a point.
And because the people most offended by it are supporting and voting for and celebrating evil.
Fuck that.
The word choice is an intentional jab at hypocritical evangelical christians who clutch their pearls when they hear the word “fuck” but throw their pearls to the rapist racist felon president and his billionaire buddies stripping everyone’s rights away.
I’m standing up against that. And Frog and Toad are with me.



Here’s a poem:
* what does the goat say? when you studied for the final and did everything right, then you find out you’re getting graded on feeding the hungry and clothing the naked and giving water to the thirsty and inviting in the stranger and visiting the sick and the prisoner and not in fact on church attendance and bible reading and pious prayers and policing other people’s sexuality and not saying fuck what in the actual hellfire is happening here? * (this is a poem from this book referencing this Bible passage)
I’m also making bookmarks. If you need some art, head over to IG for now, and I’ll be setting up Shopify soon.



Fuck yeah to that word of the year!
I’ve been using the word Fuck way more in my little mental-only conversations I have where I practice reclaiming my agency and voice after years of subservience. I’m giving it a couple more weeks till I slip it into a boundary-setting conversation or an angry clap-back. I’m running out of fucks to give.