As soon as my eyes read the words “let that sink in” in your online screed, I stop reading. I don’t need that trash in my head.
Cottagecore mountain witch, steampunk elf, aerial circus gremlin. Chaos fae with a glass studio and a wood shop and a yarn stash. Regex tech nerd with a camera, three feline nutballs, some fabulous partners, and a perfect kid. Femme leaning punk trans enby slut giving a middle finger to the gender binary while baking scones for the cuddle pile. Tired GenX wilderness wanderer. Musical tastes lodged firmly in the genre of "everything." SF Bay Area traincation backpacker. My Doctor is 13, my library is the Otherwise Award long list. Too femme to be masc, to butch to be femme, to quiet to be butch, too queer to be quiet. Follow requests turned on to weed out spam. I might or might not follow back, just have to keep my reading lists under control, but I love my queertrans peeps. pfp: picrew me, femme wearing an open shirt and a hat and carrying a walking stick header: sunset on the Sierras, solo backpack trip, 2023