

If that were me, I’d start wearing skirts and mascara. Let my nails grow out, tweeze my asshole, shave my treasure trail into a facsimile of a set of ovaries. Pitch my voice up, incorporate the words “bitch” and “tea” into my daily vernacular. Cry after sad movies and even harder after happy ones. Entirely unrelated to the article, btw

I mean, in the same way that no one knows for certain what matter really is.
But that really doesn’t matter. Release the Epstein files, provide healthcare for the US, and stop imprisoning my friends and neighbors