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Butch4Wristwatch

Particle/wave
Radiation dancing through my skin
The last vitamin we can make
Can keep me going going going

I have hands to clean, I have hands to mend, I have hands to speak, I have hands to build, I have hands to make angels of our world sing, I have hands that shake so much, and I have hands to love and be loved for

Local butch builds elaborate fantasies using hand tools and gumption

Have you taken time to consider femmes today?

I have entirely normal feelings about cumin, it is entirely normal to wax poetic about it nearly every day

Frog lover
Frog (Yoda) hater
Multitudes within

I only put out one work this year when I was hoping for twelve, but by far it is my best and I'm immensely proud of it. It's Star Trek Smut but I really grew as a writer while writing it and I'm proud of the charactarization I did in it.

FSAs are Inscrutable and Evil

@Atatra Akira Class is an exceptionally good class, the catamaran style bar connecting the nacelles looks awesome and I like the catamaran style hull coming out of the saucer and the weapons bay between the nacelles reminds me of the Miranda's sensor array— good taste!

The thing about being a Trekkie in your 30s is that by now you have a particularly strong emotional bond with a specific starship class— and if you don't have one may I introduce you to the mothball fleet, the post Wolf 359 workhorse, the magnificent Miranda Class I

Ah, Miranda Class I Heavy Frigate, ne'er a science vessel more beautiful has sailed the spangled velvet of the heavens

Honey sits so nicely in the back of one's tongue

Anyway— I miss having a community I can share the Star Trek smut I write with, it made it easier to stay motivated to keep putting out more work. I am not sure of any solutions and I am open to reading them; but it's not the worst problem in the world to have.

It's been over a year but I still catch myself pulling up cohost—

Rotating the 1,000 moons in my mind

The side part feels a little femme for my usual taste (no idea why) but the way my nesting partner's eyes sparkle when I do one has me embracing it anew

It is far too early in winter to be pining for snowdrops and crocuses

The sunlight caused by unbearable cold is not enough, I need flowers, so many flowers, ideally roses colliding into me at inadvisable speeds

I need to get back to writing this damn thing, it's all there, why are words so stubborn?