I have to do it. It’s necessary. FaceBook, Instagram and all the others are for cat and dog pics only. And the garden. And promoting fellow writer’s works. And mine. And checking up on friends and family.
Here you will not find Nice Jill. Polite Jill. Laughing Jill. (unless it’s at a really great joke about the imbecility of certain politicians and their pet broligarchs*.) I need this place to release, in a pleasurable way, hostility, fury, incomprehension, grief, fretting, and truth.
*The Canadian Freak and all other males with shitloads of money who never grew out of their 10-year-old privileged selves.
Jill Zeller 