It turns out it’s no fun—actually quite disheartening—to get a rejection letter from a publisher every few days. Who knew?
So, let’s do something else. Some of you seem to enjoy the photo breaks. It’s a break for me, too, and something I started because I was feeling somewhere between overwhelmed and burned out. I know some of you don’t particularly appreciate these interludes, in which case please just delete this email and trust me that regular gender programming will resume shortly (tomorrow, in fact!). It’s not necessary to send me nasty messages, as one person took the time to do. Believe me, I get enough of those from people who disagree with me about much more consequential things than sharing some old travel photos.
These are from two summers ago in Genoa and Turin. I find myself thinking about Genoa with its dazzling churches and gritty streets a lot. Everything seemed balanced there: terraces that baked in the sun, deep narrow alleys sunk in cool shadows. And—after Switzerland—it felt like someone had turned the sound and color back on.
(The best way to view photos on here is to click on the first one to open it, then tab through the set, rather than scrolling.)
I enjoy your photos. I no longer do big trips, so it's refreshing to see these scenes. We who see the deceit and grift of cross-sex ideology must nurture the capacity to focus on the good in the world. Cults eventually fall into decay, and I just hope I live long enough to see this one sink and crumble.
Why would anyone complain about beauty being shared? What a sad life that person must have. Thank you for bringing additional joy into this Sunday morning.