Educating on speciesism
Abolitionism is veganism
Ho ho holy consumerism
This morning I got an iMessage from my cousin.
He is in a tree stand equipped with scent bait, weapon…waiting for a hapless deer to wander through its fucking home.
Began to notice
The liberation of desire through the means of spoken and silent confession is an equalizing power juxtaposition omnipresent during the first two weeks at Roissy.
I share space with a pigeon. I didn’t set out to live with a pigeon, never even crossed my mind. In fact, I have never been interested in birds as a companion animal. I have always thought that they were pretty, or funny, or obnoxious (blue jays).
She was having a certain level of difficulty discerning the exact moment it had started. She knew it started somewhere…everything else did.