I don’t wear antiperspirant. I haven’t for years — not since I was young and impressionable and believed capitalist patriarchy when they said so long as I sweat at ALL I was gross and unfeminine and boys would never want to kiss me.
Note: this post was originally written at the beginning of May. I forgot to push “publish”. Tense has been edited to make more sense to it being published now. I honestly would probably be perfectly fine with a bridge from Vancouver to Vancouver Island. It’s not that I don’t like boat rides. The ferry itself has done nothing to annoy… Read more »