Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

Finally ordered a can of Huberds, it's technically cooler now than before so it's time to prep my leather for a cool, rainy autumn

I need my foot to stop being broken. I'm very tired of having a broken bone

Shrive me brother

Oh Breaking of the Fellowship (ft. In Dreams) 3:54 to 5:03 we're really in it now

It's real werewolf hours and I need to pretend to be a productive human

I'm so down bad. I'm down disgusting. There's honey everywhere

G-d I'm such a filthy poet, it won't stop pouring out of me

I finally finished that poem I've been working on for three months. I've written a few others as well. I'm getting a hefty collection together, it might be time to start compiling a little volume

Anyone have recommendations for leather poets or poetry about leather culture/history?

I will press this pain, this ache, into the page so when my heart breaks I will be there to hold the pieces for xyr.

Being a loverboy will forever be a cavernous wound in my chest, always fresh, always bleeding, always tender

COVID cautious people are devastatingly hot like damn girl you take care of yourself and your community? *Tucks hair behind ear* wanna take a PCR and make out?

I am actually legitimately in love with roses though

They call me Rosemary Lark because I'll marry a rose on a lark

I can't wait for my new crutches. These have been killing me for weeks. Hey y'all? Don't break bones! It's not good for ya!

The way they cheered when I showed them the picture <3

I had the distinct and honorable pleasure of letting a room full of beautiful lesbians know that Elvira has since come out and has had a gorgeous butch by her side for many years

I made a post looking for masked hookups, to enjoy a summer of fucking and playing and not letting things get too deep after having my heart broken. Every connection has fallen through before we even met up. But then there's this one, God, there's this one. This one who has been tenderly caressing the place where it hurts. I do not know if I'm ready to walk the garden path with someone new again, but sitting on the bench at it's entrance with them has been lovely.

Feeling so many things this morning and my head is swimming with poetry. How do I focus at work when all I want is to wrestle these feelings into words

I am polluted! I am polluted but I still get to love! I have garbage and poison in my blood and lungs and so does everyone else but we still get to love! We are sick, we are sick and heartbroken in this world but I must say, with emphasis and urgency, we get to love! We have GOT to love!