Eight cards. Zero ambiguity. The universe has thoughts. I pulled an eight-card weekend spread this morning using the Queer Tarot — and I have to say, the cards are practically throwing a party on my behalf.

Happy Saturday afternoon, blog friends—how are you doing? It’s scorching hot here, but the cooking never stops. Speaking of cooking, I’d like to make a quick aside: since there are many Venezuelans in

I didn't want to jump the gun, so for the last month, I carried on writing and getting back into the swing of things without jinxing myself.