I started this blog last year to have a place to work on my struggles to be a more intersectional feminist. Trump had just been elected.
I came to realize that I have no desire to write about that. Read, Google, do the work, shut up and listen, make mistakes…I am willing to do that. Write about it? no. My story of needing to be more intersectional is EVERY DAMNED WHERE.
So it’s time to be low stakes with my writing. Time to center something on myself that isn’t going to affect anyone…anyone except Those Damned Thimble People.
On October 3rd, 2017, my father sent me this cryptic message.
A package is coming to you….The thimble people CAN be your friends
WHAT ARE THIMBLE PEOPLE?!