Peep This

Disappearing small-share microblog.

12/24/2025

Peep this magnificent present Santa brought me, and let me open early. I burst out laughing every time I look at it, it gives me such joy. It’s an in-joke with myself on multiple levels, but more importantly, it’s a reminder of how crucial negative space is to me—both in my physical environment and psychologically. I have never been more at peace than I have the past few years of being Super Solo. Nothing but clear, wide open space around me mentally to heal, grow, learn, play, and create in—to cultivate the best relationship of my life.

Merry Autonomous to all the other blissfully single, childfree women out there. If you are among those of us enjoying a holiday with no stress, no drama, no disappointment, no mess, no clutter, no compromise, no sacrifice, no in-laws, no emotional unavailability, no weaponized incompetence, no head games, no interrupted sleep, and not one single other person requiring your time, your energy, your money, your attention, your invisible labor, or the use of your body: well done, darling. Isn’t it funny how the tables have turned, and now we’re seen as the real winners?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to binge Penny Dreadful (which I have been wanting to watch for years), feast on all my favorite foods and snacks, and sleep undisturbed, uncrowded, and unpestered until it’s time to wake up—at my leisure and in an immaculate, serenely quiet home decorated exactly how I like—and tear into the pile of luxury cosmetics, hobby appurtenances, and Hey Gang sweatshirts I have been assembling for myself for months, because I fucking can.

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p.s. And for those of you juuuuust about ready to join us, remember: anger is manspeak for embarrassment, and he didn’t forget to do that thing that was important to you—he chose not to, because he just. doesn’t. like you.