A job is a job. Right?
Right?
A job is a job. Right?
Right?
I am out of shape. I do not like it.
It’s good to know I still have a few of these up my sleeve.
Puns.
This conversation lasted the better part of an hour. Also: This isn’t as dirty as it looks.
I think that a lot of people may assume that I do some of the things that I do to protect others because of my feminism. But it’s often to protect me, as well.
Yeah, I performed the Heimlich Maneuver on someone who was choking. Yeah, it was a first and it was pretty cool, I guess. Mostly I was just glad that I managed to keep a cool head in a stressful situation (which I’ve always thought of myself as a person who was good at that, but it’s still good to get confirmation sometimes).
You know? This could have been funny without the cursing, but it wouldn’t have been accurate.
(And yes, I’m aware that pie crust protectors exist, but I don’t own any. Yet.)
Daylight Savings Time needs to be abolished.
The problem with wanting to the kind of theater I want to do is that I would not end up with any of the good parts.
I mean, a body positive version of Rocky Horror with all types represented sounds great, but I’m a cis, straight, white dude. Good parts for me are not exactly hard to find.