language thoughts brought on by thinking slightly too hard about the word "autocephaly" and then letting my brain go for a wander
the prompt was "how to look after your heart". content warnings: food, relationships, allusions to sex
sod that omega-3 bollocks
slather the toast with butter
no need to keep that organ clean and safe for something more
don't waste any time with frolics
that send your heart all a-flutter
just keep your oxytocin for the plaything in the drawer
and never let yourself feel hope for someone to adore
ukpol, negative
anyway now I proper hate myself, why can't I just let people be happy with their scraps
by popular demand, here's the final draft of the Queer Villain Pride flag I did yesterday, along with a link to a hi-res version here: https://www.dropbox.com/s/abew1ci7y5xzt9q/villainpridelarge%20copy.png?dl=0
again: pink for passion, orange for community, green for knowledge, purple for queer history, and black for evil, pure EVIL. feel free to use this for whatever. mwa ha ha ha haaa, etc
ukpol
"um the scottish government threatening to lock up trans people they deem 'deceptive' is a good thing actually" mate fuck the fuck off and reevaluate the your parameters
ukpol
some people really love it when you ease up the pressure on their neck just a little. so much so that they don't for one moment imagine a world where the boot is gone entirely
ukpol
trying desperately to drag the trans overton window to the left on the topic of GRA reform
Trans girl, queer, musician, anarchisty, 30s. A writer of fiction and poetry and a researcher of things.