A Loving Factoid Tribute to Hestia, Demure Greek Goddess of the Hearth, the Home, and of Introverts Who Are This F@$#ing Sick of Your Bullsh*t

I hate to disappoint you, but I’m no deity. I’m no daredevil. I’m the crown Prince of klonopin and I lie awake most nights reliving incidents where I wish I’d had the strength, the smarts, the agency to overthrow the dining room table, injuring every last deserving son of a bitch, and walking away like a strong black woman brandishing a grenade. Instead, I said nothing. I’m small, I’m sick, I’m nonconfrontational for my own good. I can’t help but identify with my favorite Greek goddess– before she went 2.0. But first, let me tell you: this weekend I was … Continue reading A Loving Factoid Tribute to Hestia, Demure Greek Goddess of the Hearth, the Home, and of Introverts Who Are This F@$#ing Sick of Your Bullsh*t