I am Penelope Logue, and I'm here to ask you a question: are a commune of woma'ams not entitled to a regular burrito night? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the wealthy.' 'No!' says the man in the facists, 'It belongs to the cis!"' 'No!' says the parent in your house, 'It belongs to me.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose...
Tenacious, a city where the activist would not fear the censor, where the deviant would not be bound by petty morality, Where the lazy would not be constrained by the productive! And with the donation of rent money or weed, Tenacious can become your ranch as well.