MANY THINGS DEPEND

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︎︎︎ Ari Lisner

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︎ July 14, 2025

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I took the winter to play detective and skincare felt impossible. So I summoned the little gay guy that surely lives in everyone for my grindset, to measure out life in protein scoops, to join men’s ranks and excavate dead lessons. I sunk! Sunk so far beyond that the only thing epic became the lack, the chronic dissatisfaction pendulum swung, and I was Sylvia with my phone, texting everyone: the next thing will save me. I decided I wanted a son, as in a boy, to stare at. I do not want to be leveraging each other, or to play dumb games for dumb prizes. Yet a keychain almost broke us, in the same way that California girls always threaten to return home.