About the Backwash

Who the Hell I Am and Why This Blog Exists

This blog is my living memoir. It’s chaotic, uncensored, and written for the people who matter: Lis, Ian, Ava, Bonnie, Andy, Junpei, and Sam. If you’re not one of them, you’re welcome to lurk. Just don’t expect me to tone it down for your fragile sensibilities. I’m a 60-year-old (born 1964) bed-bound capital L Liberal woman in Texas with a ticking life clock and zero interest in being fake, polite, or palatable.

What You’re Getting Into

I’m Jenn. Disabled, autistic, and stacked with enough diagnoses to make a med student cry. I’m a fierce LGBTQIA+ ally, a Mama Bear to my biological, adopted, and chosen kids, and if you mess with them, I will go full medieval on your ass.

This blog bitchslaps fascists, celebrates sexual freedom, and does not cater to minors or MAGA cultists. If you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, or just generally a bigoted pinecone, get the hell out. My people have survived enough.

I write what I feel, say what I think, and don’t give a damn if it offends you. The internet has a back button. Use it. I don’t care what your god, your president, or your pastor thinks. Love is love. Black lives matter. And St. Paul can take a hike.

What I Don’t Tolerate

• MLM parasites and religious spam. Don’t pitch me your “Boss Babe” garbage or try to save my soul. I’m not buying and I’m not converting.

• Comment drama. Take your petty fights elsewhere. This is my house, not your battleground.

• Scammers and catfishers. I’m poor, married, and not falling for your Jason Momoa cosplay. Blocked.

• Content theft. Ask before you share. Memes are fair game. My writing isn’t.

The Rules (Because Assholes Ruin Everything)

• I fucking swear. A lot. You’ve been warned.

• Don’t insult my friends. Don’t bicker in the comments.

• Don’t steal my shit. It’s copyrighted. Share under Creative Commons with credit and a link.

• Break the rules and I will absolutely mock you publicly and block you permanently.

A Note About Commenting

All comments are strictly moderated. So if you come here to make a shitty trollish comment, save your energy, because it's going straight to the spam folder and won't even be read by me, never mind other readers of my posts. I had enough of shitheel assholes on WordPress, and I'm not even going to tolerate it here. Period.

Final Word

I’m crusty, rude, and unapologetically me. But I’m also loyal, protective, and trying to leave something real behind. If you can handle that, buckle up. It’s not smooth. It’s not pretty. But it’s one hell of a ride.