I hear they are digging up graves, my granny's will more than likely be one of them. I cannot bear to call my parents for fear that they will do nothing.
Organizing myself out of paper bags and theories. Knitting myself into scarves and mitts. Dreaming of sugar skulls and Mexican blues.
Looking for friends in all corners of the world.
Social justice seekers, library dykes and radical queers are encouraged to connect.