Working on this month's article for Patreon and I've made a terrible discovery. I'm Bone Karen. Corpse Karen. I will do anything within my power to speak to the managers of preserved human remains and I will not. be ignored. Show me what you're guarding or I'll email again.

Remember when I made the nice people at the Porto cathedral show me Saint Aurelius. Remember when I visited a medical museum that's not actually open. Remember when I talked my way to the head of Diogo Alves, not once, not twice, not... I don't even know. Ohmygod.

(One day I'll write a big rambling piece about how the way I look plays into the things I do, because I am essentially weaponizing my appearance to get access to places. I'm 5'5 with bobbed hair wearing the clothes of a Victorian boy. I know what's up.)