Saturday: did the marketing, including a culturally authentic argument with the Asian market fish guy* Sunday: prepped the ice cream custard base and orange marmalade Monday: EGG WHITE BREAKFAST OFF TO THE RACES
once again, my traditional annual dither about making 蛋餃 (golden egg dumplings)
so I’ve got this tote box of stickers that have historically been too precious and delightful to use, but every year, I bust it out to decorate my Hobonichi
I will read every interview with Heated Rivalry writer and director Jacob Tierney because his quotes are truly a reporter's dream: www.rollingstone.com/music/music-...
stayed up too late reading Chrestomanci, which I feel is exactly what 12 year old me would’ve done if I had known these books existed
reading chrestomanci for the first time and I’m just
i'm bisexual in the sense that i like to see men AND women have a bad time
“I have no professional interest in people looking at my face” is, not to be dramatic about it or anything, an idea for which I am willing to live and die
and god I mean, more broadly - I resent this idea that someone has to look at me to follow what I'm saying, I like writing and I like talking on the radio and on podcasts, I have no professional interest in people looking at my face, leave me alone
shaking the bars of my cage and screaming demonically about how good “The Everlasting” is by Alix Harrow
man, that gay hockey show is Actually Smart and Enjoyable when it only needed to be Quite Horny
reading a pro romance with a mixed race character, and he is so whitewashed it’s giving me flashbacks to untamed fandom
Your last saved pic is your moral philosophy.
Your last saved pic is your moral philosophy.
(Firing gunshots to keep the rent down voice) Piss kink. Sadomasochism. Incest shipping. Enemies to lovers. I write fiction with fucked up consent dynamics and think cannibalism is romantic. I also write consensual kink but that’s not the point. This is not a place of honour.
it’s the year of our hellscape 2025, and I’m still sitting here, singing Lucy Dacus and thinking about xiyao
so there’s fuerdai and there’s fruit preparation as an Asian love language and then there is kid rhod taking A DECADE to realize that mangos have pits bc he has always been given the delicious side slices and every adult in his life has wordlessly and automatically taken the middle with the pit
one small good thing going on right now: this summer, kiddo and I are doing reading club! we are both gonna read the same chapter book so that we can discuss them! there may be short reports written in my spare Hobonichi notebook using our respective notebooks!
anyways, my beloved Japanese vendor of fountain pen paper had a massive sale with free shipping to the US, and I blacked out and got more notebooks
Mr Rhod’s bestie is another white guy married to a Chinese-American lady, and it’s been an ongoing cultural exchange for them to see the competitive generosity games of two middle-aged Chinese ladies who like each other and want to better friends
Not sure who made this but thank you because I laughed so much
“Confucius was terrorized by the bouncers. ‘Wuhu!’ he exclaimed. ‘How America’s virtue has declined! If even this may be called a ‘gentleman’s club,’ what might *not* be called a ‘gentleman’s club?’”
starting a gay dating service for Confucians called the Man Date of Heaven.
screaming irl about squirrels because I can’t solve right wing nationalism with coyote piss
man, just getting absolutely clobbered by the new Lucy Dacus album