Sometimes I think back on the gay elders who gave me insight and guidance and kept me as safe as they could when I was so young and I wish I could hug them again. I often get so frustrated with the rhetoric that we have no elders because they all died, because they're still here, they're still out there, and many of them still work hard to help younger generations.
The second spell worked wonders my finger glides right across the pan. May work this foul spell one to two, perhaps even three times
The first spell was cast successfully and the seasoning is almost... purple? Very interesting. Gonna do a couple more layers and get this bad boy back into good shape.
@endeavorance my hands hover sweatily over the two options!
@endeavorance sanding to a perfect finish. I love all parts of woodworking but THAT
@MxSadie yup! Duct tape that has been used on at least two boxes, each for a different move five years apart
@MxSadie never met a ligament I could trust
@MxSadie i have oft claimed it would be better if we had a cephalopod sort of body construction but then I am reminded that I would have more connective tissues to worry about. But if it meant no knees I still say it sounds peachy keen to be an octopus
I keep looking at the pictures I took in that look and going "damn femmes are so pretty" and then remember that was me in that look
The act of making something is dipping your hands into the stream of countless people across a vast expanse of time and bringing them back to life even if it's for just a moment. But that moment lives on in the lifespan of the object you made, this is what an afterlife is to me.
Kinda like how when I'm woodworking I feel the millennia of knowledge distilled into the sharp edges of my knowledge, when I'm making a pot I feel the muddy fingers of someone making the same thing a myriad ago
I'm but a simple and humble gay— if you're queer and wear a respirator I'm probably gonna swoon
Trans butch dyke, maker of things, teller of tales, author of smut. 30s
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