myalgicpierrot:

cordspaghetti:

really factual recounting with no embellishments whatsoever

[ID: A comic of a butch woman in a kitchen, talking on the phone while stirring a pot on the stove. Her mom is standing behind her.

Panel 1: “So I was like, ‘Ms. Lascano,’ and she was like, ‘please, just Angela,’ and I was like, ‘ok, Angela, here’s the deal. You’re not like other girls.”

2: “You’re too sexy for a lawn, you know what I mean? You’re too sophisticated to be defined by an ecologically hostile monoculture. But I–“

“Pooja.”

3: “– I could tear this whole thing out and plant you the native garden of your wettest, wildest dreams. You haven’t seen landscaping until youve seen what these hands can do. I’ll rock your world. And she was like–“

“Pooja, you talk to clients like this?”

4: “Amma let me tell my story”

5: “So anyway she was like, 'Go nuts, baby. I trust you know your way around a woman’s shrubbery–”

/End ID.]