Juni 🌸 @juni@queer.garden

New instance, new #introduction ... well, hello.

I am Juni, your friendly fat queer old hag from next door. I am enby, a bit of a bore, journalist by trade, I live in what germans call a big city, and I want to outsleep (or, depending on my mood, overthrow) capitalism and install fully automated luxury gay space communism with extra-well appointed darkrooms.

Also, I like chocolate and flowers.

I was afraid to wear bold lipstick and a stubble, because I thought people might take offence at it. But I have come to the conclusion that whoever takes offence at the hotness of a person sporting traces of a beard and lipstick probably just deserves it.

It is the time of the swifts. They are swirling over the backyard, doing their thing. I tried to capture them in a picture or a video. It is impossible. They are too fast, too small. I love the uncaptureable swifts.

Never mind me, I just read a review. It's good.

There are more women named Thompson than men named Chris in this film. That's ... remarkable.

I think I need to watch MiB:I just because Tessa Thompson. In. A. Suit. OMG.

They feel so challenged by the sheer existence of a person not fitting their narrow standards, they just blurt out inarticulate grunts, sweating insecurity and aggression out of every pore. Disgusting, immature, pathetic losers.