This episode is a two-parter, because apparently that’s how my brain works.
In the first half, I say something that’s hard to admit out loud: I don’t think I’m worthy of love. I unpack what it means to love deeply, give freely, and still struggle to believe it when someone says they love me back. We talk self-esteem versus confidence, overthinking, rambling, therapy (or avoiding it), and the strange contradiction of being raised with a lot of love but not knowing how to receive it. It’s honest, vulnerable, a little funny, and very Lynn Logic.
Then—because emotional heaviness needs balance—we pivot hard into an age-old debate: toilet seat etiquette. All lids down. Period. This section covers hygiene, chivalry, biology, jumpsuits, 3am bathroom trauma, and why men insisting on debating this topic is truly baffling. There are science facts. There are insults. There is a rooster impression. You’ve been warned.
As always, I bring my full context with me: widow of a cross-dressing alcoholic, survivor of a brain blood clot, 25 years in accounting and operations, a BA in psychology, a new microphone, and a lifelong love of patterns, categories, and calling bullshit when I see it.
Come for the introspection. Stay for the toilet seat rant.
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Chin Up, Tits Out.