ngl my 20’s were really just, messed up. It wasn’t until I just turned 26 I moved out of my parent’s house and actually felt free for once. The expression I’ve noticed with queer folx that 30’s are the new 20’s really didn’t start making sense to me until a couple of years ago. I’ve never felt more young at heart despite the stress of life
Can't stop thinking about this. i'm the glamour cryptid, that's me!!
(thank you @NaHO for bringing this to my attention)
2020 really threw a wrench in the works for all my gender stuff.
Well, the public facing aspect anyways. Internally the truth has mutated so far from any kind of Gender Binary that it too, has become meaningless.
Actually existing in the everyday world, having seen the truth behind all of it is Seriously alienating. Moreso when you see people clinging to the Wreckage of the old world, pretending everything is Fine and they'll be rescued any second.
Ironically, weed WAS "dangerous" when I was a kid, not because of the weed itself but because of the trouble you could get in for having it, that could ruin your life and future job prospects.
An entirely manufactured danger.
"Do you want you join yet?" the Galactic Federation's envoy asked.
"Have you dropped your stupid demands yet?" their human counterpart said.
"Universal right to food, shelter, education, and healthcare? No."
"Then no, we don't want to join."
"Are you sure you've asked everyone?"
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
d&d writers in the 70s: "we need a weak lil gremlin enemy for low level players to fight, goblins are a little strong... how about we name them after this obscure german folklore creature named a 'kobold', that'll work"
a billion queer nerds 40 years later: "that's me!!! im the low level enemy!!!!!!"
Southern Mass's local machine healer and part time witchdoctor.
Tiny motorcycles, magic potions, machine tools, progressive rock, trance states, and hand sharpened drill bits. Oh, and I read Tarot. Probably 18+ just to be sure.
#nobot