A good number of years ago, I took a community college sign language class with a coworker so we could chat during meetings. It was fun, and more so because some of the others in the class were medical staff at a regional youth detention facility of some sort who specifically wanted to learn some of the “spicier” words so they could know what was being said to/about them by deaf teens and understand descriptions of physical needs. Definitely vocabulary not in the usual intro curriculum.

One of my teen twins decided to do my nails in black a few months ago, and I decided I kinda liked it, so I’ve periodically kept it up. I’m claiming it’s me going for a punk look.