This is why I pay no mind to the Olympics. Pre-it? I used to imagine going to them as an Ole lady, in Fencing, when I settled down some fn where & took it up all the way. But...Casually. Lol. It got ignited one last time six years later. But have no sporty illusions, big guy lol.

It was Rifat Ozbek×my once vicious precision (stabbing artBoyz with things in shows of gleefully abject dominance)that made me fall in love.

The Angel, Ever-Fashist.

I think 80s music is the antidote. The actual antivenom.

There’s “walking like rent’s due~” [Which is not me and I simply did not do~] …& then~

There’s seductively stomping through the broken bodies of your enemies with their heads hanging from your hands by their hair, and a sly grin tucked into yer veiled teeth. That scares everybody away…that it is Supposed to lol.

She animated that dress like someone asked “Is that lipstick?!” smeared across her face & she’d growled “….Sure.”

Our parents were idiots 😅. That was the summer of 78. I like almost died. Mouth was open 🙆🏾‍♀️. I ☺ didn't learn to swim in earnest until 2011. After decades of taking classes that never stuck lol. Not until I got in the ocean in Miami, alone. I'd been there on & off since 08, mind you. Then Poseidon himself started sending all the baby animals with tidings 😂& I went to the pool lol and got a lifeguard coach, who helped.

Angel, explains her angelic ocean lore