Our penultimate perambulation took us to the sanctuary of CERES in East Brunswick, where we meandered around a Covidly quiet demonstration project on the first day of winter.

She didn't spend a dime.

Philander went into the next room[…]and came back with a salt mackerel that dripped brine like a rainstorm. Then he put the coffee pot on the stove and rummaged out a loaf of dry bread and some hardtack.

Then there's trans men and non-binary mascs, who can change their birth certificates to MALE after breast removal surgery. […]