Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

Came up with a character name and then went that HAS to be a Friends at the Table character yet I can't find evidence of a Torchlight Candleabra anywhere

Had a first date with a cute girl the other week where we watched Wrath of Khan and I (naturally) popped off every time I saw the reliant because I (naturally) get excited whenever I see a Miranda Class starship (who wouldn't) and yet despite my obvious and loud dorkery I scored a second date

Zoomies may have been the solution all along

Fuckin awoo n all that

It's real fuckin werewolf hours rn

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.

Engaging the dark sorceries¹

¹Seasoning my cast iron

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

Every time I do a full face and a dress look I feel about 3,000% fruitier for weeks

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

Fixing my copies and folding them and remembering the pleasure of engaging in making zines. It makes me feel like a 16th century printmaker about to drop a killer pamphlet (it's just poems).

I look so sexy tonight it's ridiculous, I'm usually so butch but it's s dress + makeup night and black is a lovely lipstick color

I'm but a simple and humble gay— if you're queer and wear a respirator I'm probably gonna swoon

Meeting a cute woman at the library who not only like PBTA games but also!!! Is wearing an N95, like AAA!

Sometimes I think it would be cool to have an awesome giant gravity sword that allowed me to teleport and do awesome stuff in battle against evil and then I think about how my hands were made to create beautiful things and to love and while I still want to be able to teleport and do cool acrobatic actions through the air I am happy that I am able to instead love well and bring beauty to this world.