Clothing is self-care when you’re autistic; things that fit or feel wrong can be tortuous. My need for new sneakers is settled, and, further, I was spared the trying bus trip to return the rejects by remembering the locally-owned shipping place just down the street.
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.