Something that's helped me is a realization:
Normies are never gonna 'Get' me. Ever. I was Born outside the box, and there isn't a Word for me.
But that's okay. Everyone Else knows what I am.
I'm not here to explain myself to Basic people, but I'm not here to Scorn them either. They've never understood me.
And that's okay.
The most fundamental and liberating thing is when you realize that you're not bound by male hierarchies of power, and an Assigned Role within.
Of course, once you've studied the whole problem thoroughly enough, you start to realize that stepping outside those boundaries can be done in any direction.
Or put another way, folks expects you to come out of the closet through the Door. Nobody expects you to bust through the plaster into the master bedroom and take the fire escape up to the roof.
My smithy. Everything is in it's proper place and I'm ready for the rituals that must be observed when working stainless steel.
What happens if you don't do the rituals right?
The tip of the tool will get glowing hot and melt it's way through your workpiece before breaking off in it. Stainless doesn't forgive.
And then when you're Done, you have to take all the serrated, work hardened, razor sharp burrs off the edges. By hand.
Magic is Dangerous, little ones.
Tired: "Ocelot seems pretty camp"
Wired: "Ocelot is a furry who's big gay crush on Big Boss drives the entire series' plot except for the PSP games."
I might be able to get my hands on some rubies to set into them. Sapphires would be Way too gay.
Like, the amount of feminine energy channeled by a rosewood ring set with a Sapphire would start turning straight girls gay.
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.
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