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Hello and welcome to Food for Thought, a podcast get fest for an emulti-racial mix of queer

writers gathered around the table to talk about, uh, identity, culture, what we like to read,

and who we like to read. Food for Thought, we're like when you meet someone on Grindr and have

the best chat ever and you're excited for them to come over and you do shuntil the water is clear

and it takes a little longer than normal because you've kind of had a big day but as you're

finally you're perfect and you're just sitting there waiting with your butt plug in until we

arrive at TVH, we'd pass that an hour ago and block you when we wake up in the morning.

I wrote that. I did that one. You have no idea. That was that.

Triggered. Triggered. Angry. That is not our podcast.

Yes, that was taken from my memoir. I show up. I am there when the calendar invite says I will be there.

Okay, they're okay, do be real. There is nothing more infuriating than when you douche for someone

that does not show up. Oh my god. Especially when you could just tell that the douche took,

you know, I mean like this was like, because sometimes you do, sometimes you're a little worried.

It's even more infuriating when you're like, oh, I want to make it special and I don't eat for

eight hours. And I was like, I start myself for eight hours and you didn't even show up.

And then you end up, so if you're like me, you end up then going on the app and trying to find

someone else and it's just exhausting and infuriating and you end up plowing yourself with the

butt plug, which is fun. Which is fun. It's good. At that point, just call it good and order a

pizza. I have actually one time that this, all of this happened to be, didn't eat for eight

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