There’s nothing fancy about my wardrobe. Post-diagnosis, I reduced its complexity, and its complicity. Seven pairs of the same pants, one kind of underwear, two of the same flannel shirt, three of the same hoodie. All to reduce the strain of what to others is innocuous choice.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.