Anne Scott

@theakscott.bsky.social

House spouse and perpetual dilettante. If you won't let me flower in the dirt, I'll crack my way through the concrete and blossom there.

I like maps of just the USA by itself because Hawaii is always popping up below saying "HI!" and then you can hear someone go "AK" while hacking up the phlegm globber that is Alaska.

Kudos to the fine folks working as inspectors at the fish sauce factory who diligently ensure that every drop, in every bottle, smells like the correct ratio of buttholes and armpits. I would love to fill a bottle with vanilla extract and watch someone's face as they go in expecting reeky feet.

I like being around random parents dealing with their kids because I get to hear all their near curses. Today a frustrated mom exclaimed "mother of pearl!" at her stubborn child.

There are two wolves inside me, one that wants cute bracelets to wear to pilates and the other that thinks wearing jewelry to go exercise is a frivolous and actively bad idea.

When I got to where the stoplight normally is and it wasn't there, I realized that I had gone the wrong way down a one way street. Good news is that no stoplight means "no turn on red" laws don't apply so I got out of there in a hurry.

My guilty pleasure is reading the clinical notes after a doctor's visit. I like to pretend I'm in middle school and the doctor's notes are the diary of someone I have a crush on. OMG, did you hear Billy say that my head was "completely atraumatic"?! I would so let him change that...

I think the hardest thing about transitioning was switching to a diet made primarily of trans fat. It's nothing but Crisco and discontinued snacks from the 90s that I find unopened on ebay.

I didn't realize the space between the vulva and the vagina was referred to as the vestibule. I don't know how to feel about that exactly except to suggest that guests remove their shoes before entering further.