It wasn't no baecations popping off. I couldn't catch feelings for a nigga or spend holidays with a nigga. Essentially, I was still out here alone!

Bridget Boone […] invited me to consider a couple of late-night bongs, as a kind of psychodysleptic Sominex, to help me sleep […].

At the intersection with two roads going left, take the soft left.

She did not point this out, but I was pleased to see that a significant number of contributors are women and one identifies as metagender, as so often esoteric conversation is dominated by men’s conversation (and white men at that).