Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

Awake but at what cost?
The cost is making stew.
And I'll pay that price any day.

How much does a cello nonette go for these days because if I could sit within a circle of one I think the vibrations would cure me.

The real answer, of course, is a lesbian Romulan disguised as a Vulcan from the future disguised as a human

My ultimate goal when wearing a tucked in flannel and a beanie covering my ears is for someone to wonder "is that a lesbian or is xe a Vulcan from the future disguised as a human?"

Ecologically it's vital that it's cold as the devils anus out there, but I have leather to take care of and wood to work and I'm going to start climbing the walls

As it seems I can't get three other humans together to run a game I'm going to be teaching the pigeons that hang out in my neighborhood to play Realis

I'm such an accessories girlie— three rings (to the elven lords), two bracelets, a necklace, and a fruity lil earring. The only missing pieces are a couple of femmes and cool hat

They should make rechargable hearing aids that last for a thousand years

You're telling me something can be so much something that it bends space and time and that some people have joints that don't work right and that when they come into contact with each other there is pain? Damn, gravity is a scam

Go home and drink me tea* oy

Pain flare city making it impossible to concentrate. I just want to go give an me drink tea and barely move

They invented high heels to turn butches into puddles of adoration

I guess ideal Rosemary hand weather is late autumn or early spring, too cold to be outside woodworking but moist enough that the caluses aren't too rough

Though in the warmer weather with more moisture in the air I'm abusing my hands using tools to make things

I am a person with exceptionally lovely hands and this weather is doing nothing good for them

They called me handsome as I stepped out the door, I hold that too my chest like a hot, foil-wrapped potato as I walk through the cold and the uncertain.

I can't believe it's been a whole year since writing has felt this effortless. It's wild to me that I can write this work of joy and libration and companionship, here, at the end of all things

I am hopelessly in love with writing in a close 2nd perspective in a present tense. This has been some of the most pleasant writing I've done since figuring out how to write J'acht last year.

The pleasure is in the process

Did I get to writing a single sex scene? Nope, not at all. But, you see, my folders and tabs are all so neatly organized

This week in Star Trek: T'riall, the author's well researched and thinly disguised fetish