My husband has been randomly laughing all week remembering her line about post-orgasm penises “flopped over and sulking on the fainting couch that is their upper thigh” - who knew you could take down the patriarchy pointing out the vulnerability of male genitalia with such incisive glee?
Antidepressants have worked in the past to dig me out of acute depression, but my big monster is the anxiety. A daily beta blocker for the anxiety has helped me work on what I need to in therapy. A process still but getting somewhere.
My husband and I had thought a devoted pair of mourning doves come to splash in our pool while we swim laps because they recognized we are cool to hang with. Then we realized it‘s because they figured out the hawk that hunts from our roof wouldn’t attack them with us there. I hope they tell the bunny family we are stellar guards. I wanna whole coterie like a Disney princess.
