… against mine in a cheek-to-cheek pose. I was smiling (“warmly”)/she was tense and cross. Oh dear. I was only here by accident, having been looking for a grocery store selling milk and cheese. 2/2

“fascists in pants”?

Have you thought about marketing a 2026 calendar: “Right-wingers in thongs”?

Whoah! That’s a vivid image

Or possibly plant- or fungus-based

I need to become something better than a human. Not sure what. But it begins with renunciation of my disgusting species

Adopting specific taste as part of an identity maybe has benefits in terms of (reassuring, secure) depth but at the cost of breadth and acceptance?

I know I know, I thought long and hard about renouncing that one but, in the end, felt if the oboe goes, the Lotus 1-2-3 has to go too