My unwell girl in New York book. My i’m supposed to start the rest of my life now and I don’t know how book. My grandmother was the unbridled love of my fucking life book. My clawing towards better book. My I bring my soft nipples and grief to the bodega book. My she/they lesbian barista i’d lay down bisexually in traffic for you book. My original crown moulding book. My worth depends on whether or not a 5 year old acknowledges my existence book. My queer warehouse parties in Bushwick book. My hot bearded dentist book. My weeping with bare ass cheeks on the subway book. My only food group is cereal book. My you’ll leave me if I tell you what my brain tells me book. My what do you mean you won’t leave me? book. My getting better book. My OCD book. My OCD book. My OCD book. - thank you to @aylazeef who took me unpolished and unfinished and smashed the restraints of professionalism to help me make something ugly funny and true, you and I - it’s something bigger than luck. @pilarakiko who got it softly, unflinchingly, totally from the first breath. my @duttonbooks team who love wordy, unwell bisexuals - I adore you. - my mama who saves me when I lose myself and made mental illness a shared language. my dad my carter my jake. my DDD group chat, my Must Get Rid Of Toxic In The Community group chat, my annie and my katie v. - @gentle_herbal_laxative who let me take her class three times in a row, took me messy and sort of crazed, helped mush turn to gel all while being president of the chic bob society. - Dr. J, my OCD therapist, who gave me my life back. - You, my readers, perfect and not quite right in the head. Thank you for making me feel so safe that I can write the unsafe. I love you so much. Can’t wait for you to meet CAVEGIRL 🪨👧.