You're listening to the microversion of the Savage Love cast at Savage.loaf.

The next few weeks, the next month and a half, are going to be a bumpy ride.

For me, for personal reasons. You see, I tore my rotator cuff again. My left one this time,

and I was supposed to get surgery this week, but my surgery had to be canceled and rescheduled

for six weeks from now, which is not ideal. Because using my left arm hurts, not using my left arm

hurts, sitting up hurts, laying down hurts, watching TV hurts, sleeping hurts, doing anything hurts.

Had that happen, how'd I tear my rotator cuff? I blame wokeness. It wasn't a bike accident or a

false snowboarding or lifting weights. Wokeness, if wokeness can cause banks to collapse, it stands

to reason that wokeness could cause one or more of the muscles and tendons that anchor my left

arm to my shoulder and allow me to lift and rotate my left arm to suddenly detach themselves.

Anyway, when you're not feeling so great, which I am not right now, what do you want?

Comfort, comfort food, comfort shows your most comfortable clothes, warm, comfortable,

familiar things to eat, watch, wear, and talk about. I got to talk about something at the top

of the show this week, and there is a lot out there I could talk about. Donald Trump's

impending indictment today could be ITMFA day and Dite the Motherfucker already day. That could

happen. I could talk about that. I could talk about Wyoming being the first state to ban abortion

pills and good luck with that Wyoming. If blue Illinois can't keep guns from pouring in from

red Indiana, red Wyoming isn't going to be able to keep abortion pills from pouring in from

blue Colorado. Or I could talk about what Diplos said about getting blow jobs from men, not gay,

says Diplos. So long as you don't make eye contact. But to talk about what Diplos said, I would

have to go ask my husband who Diplo is. And I don't want to talk about Diplo. I don't want to talk

about Trump or Wyoming or explain to a straight guy that keeping your eyes shut can't know a

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