Genuinely introspective in a way I haven't seen before, in a way that's difficult to describe. I've been personally struggling with the existential dread of being a person in a world surrounded by the banal horror of global politics, but what I love about this piece is that despite our Main Lesbian being an overwhelming ray of sunshine, she can't actually solve any of these problems; there's nothing she can do. The thesis statement at the very end, that "everything is horrible but there's still wives to kiss" (horrifically paraphrased by me) is one that resonates with me on a level that no other explanation for the hell that we inhabit, and I find it difficult to explain why. So I won't. Thank you for proving again that short-form queer literature is the best ever. Excellent work. <3
- Calcarina