I guess my life has been just fucked up enough where baby reindeer really didn’t disturb me yet just felt relatable

I actually prefer being an evasive kind of poet who responds “unfortunately against my will by the choice of fate” when asked if I’m a poet

telling myself I will learn to play saxophone after quitting smoking because of my soon to be increased lung capacity, also because it’s a lifelong dream of mine so I should choose that over destroying my lungs

quitting cigarettes is kind of like challengers

giving up smoking cigs after tomorrow (bf is turning 40, being a good influence in mutually quitting) and I’m like damn it’s like saying goodbye to a lifelong friend that has been trying to kill you the whole time yet you can’t let go of

writing a little novel during the end of the anthropocene

poets eating each other

the juxtaposition of everyday life lately is constant horrors and also mundane normality amidst it, it’s ridiculous

I don’t feel old but I do remember dial up and that humbles me

every beer commercial is like “you’re a provider, you’re a warrior, you’re a god”

exposure to light

Bei Dao, tr. David Hinton

the best line in baby reindeer was about bisexuality “I feel like a fraud no matter who I sleep with” big bi mood?

I have a short story called “Death Fetish” about a woman attempting to get fucked to death. I wrote it last summer and I’m very proud of it. read it here.

sarkapublishing.com/erin-taylor

me, writing: I’m going to create a character I love so much and I’m going to let the worst things happen to them
also me: that’s probs how god felt creating me

this could have been me any countless number of nights for any of the shows i’ve worked on. 12+ hour shifts are the norm. i got used to going to bed ~2am and waking back up at 6. fight for IATSE to get reasonable hours and everything else that tv and film crews badly need.