Louise hated the Canadian Cancer Society.
Sure, they’d helped her through her battle with cervical cancer, but she just couldn’t get past the stuff they had to say about her particular disease, mostly because they made her feel that if she’d been even the least bit promiscuous back in the day (and maybe she had) that she’d somehow brought the cancer down upon herself.
Just look at poor Farrah, she’d say. She’s dying of anal cancer. Which of you judgemental fucks wants to stand up in front of her family and friends and come up with a reason for that?
zu besonderen Anlässen - Jutta Sika, Owls, from the magazine Ver Sacrum, 1903. Color wood cut. Vienna. A late summer eve. I meet with the birthday child, then with my Tuesday drink...
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