It took me a long time, but I'm so happy that I'm finally in a place where I no longer feel the need to whitewash or straightwash myself in order to fit in.

As we scan the Gaelian shore we see large side-necked turtles sunning themselves.

[…] their friendships, their loves, their “misloves, that the world instantly set her down as a spinster, a clever woman, but a double-twisted old maid.

Thus long the dore with rage and threats he bet, Yet of those fearfull women none durst rize, The Lyon frayed them, him in to let: 165 He would no longer stay him to advize,[*] But open breakes the dore in furious wize, And entring is; when that disdainfull beast Encountring fierce, him suddaine doth surprize, And seizing cruell clawes on trembling brest, 170 Under his Lordly foot him proudly hath supprest.