My children have beautiful souls. They do.
Last night was delightful. First night of the holidays. Oozing chilled, mildly intoxicated, banter.
I love my children.
Binary fluid, cocaine, covid corruption, our past, the times they were born, how many squares each individual has a right to on the corner sofa, did we attend a cult or a church since they were born, if I’m black or a woman of colour, were just a few of the topics that breezed through our cosy Christmas scene.
Talk about Woke.
These people gonna change the world.
Always love. Love always.