pol, neg
It's not the pessimism that gets me down. It's the optimism; the belief – almost knowledge – that if enough of us got together and cried "No!" in unison, we could change the world. The heady high of giving a radical and rabble-rousing speech to rapturous applause, followed by the crushing low that comes when it's revealed just how few of those people realise that a principle is for life, not just for conference.
My dad is much more pessimistic than I am, and he's much happier for it.
Wanna post for #FineFemmeFriday but worried I may be too coarse
sexuality, gun violence metaphor
growing up trans is kind of like running an obstacle course while a dozen people shoot at you
and as the bullet wounds heal the scars turn into kinks
and one day someone you care for might find those scars beautiful, but it's hard to learn to love them when you see them in the mirror
compulsive song parodization (CSP): a growing national health problem
@woozle ...now i kinda want to make competitive-collaborative-song-parody a thing
like, you get points for every parody lyric you write but your lyrics have to fit in with the lyrics the other player came up with too
setting up an alternate toothbrush at @lambdagrrl@girlcock.club
not moving, just... diversifying; seeing what the grass is like on the other side
Trans girl, queer, musician, anarchisty, 30s. A writer of fiction and poetry and a researcher of things.