Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

Searching for a house to live and settle down in, I find myself going to an open house where I took a look into this janky-ass bathroom. A withered, skinny, bearded old man was tied to the shower and spewing puss from his mouth as he dissolved and disappeared down the drain.

Old, cystic wounds washing away is how I interpret it. Things I should no longer be hanging onto finally swept away. Down the drain.

Time to move forward.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

-Henry David Thoreau

In my case this is incredibly difficult to gage. I've already disappeared into the woods, I've never felt human to begin with, and I still hold onto babylonian communication devices that keep me tethered to the other side of the veil. Also I'm a dragon, not a werewolf.

Going out to be by myself in the middle of the woods. A period of self rediscovery after a string of disappointments and blunders that had me swept up in the chaotic tide of a friend who's ungroundedly juggling too many balls with no resources to complete our projects effectively.

It's time to stay put. It's time to take a break from people. It's time to just go out in the middle of the woods to process and catch up with myself... For however long it takes.

There's a happy ending to that carjacking incident. My friend recovered his vehicle and everything in my backpack was intact. The perp's girlfriend pressured him into giving it back. Talk about dodging a cosmic bullet the size of Uranus.

First night reunited with my old tablet and the power of the forest has my creative drive burning like this morning's fire.

This heatwave is leaving me scared shitless about Koko... I'm not going back into town for a while, having stocked up for extended time in the cooler and more temperate confines of the forest. I can no longer stand the paved, wide open spaces of Babylonian hell.

There's nothing I find more stress relieving than taking a hatchet to a widow maker. Look at all that firewood!

Landed a jackpot with this campsite! There's even some old growth nearby. If anyone wants to come visit, hit me up!

Would anyone like to hang out this weekend? After I grab some food and supplies, I'm staying put on Tinkham road and would love to share its beauty with folks.

There's nothing quite like walking through a dense, green, temperate forest while completely bare ass naked on a warm summer evening.

Straddling a fallen, moss covered giant. Feeling the welcoming soft bed of moss with a consistency of shag carpet tickling my sensitive scales as I bask in the glow of the sunset.

Making love to a forest is something else. Raw exhibition to the abundant plant life. The trees waving and shuddering in the eventual climax.

Furries were here. No wonder I was drawn to this spot!

I just found my new living room along Tinkham Road in Mt. Baker Snoqualmie national forest. Still have reception too! Fantastic!

That sense of seething frustration when people can't understand something as simple as western gender roles being an imperialist, racist, and misogynist construct.

Funny enough, this is coming about in response to a middle class liberal TERF instead of your typical angry white guy.

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Back in high school, I shit you not, I would always put on the background music to the Mii Channel while reading the Darwin Awards.

Also found an adorable tank top with clovers all over that was just screaming for me to have it. xP

First time ever shopping for clothes in the women's aisle of goodwill, looking for something other than t-shirts to wear under my flannel.

I'm longing for cuddles tonight... This last week has taken such an emotional toll that I just wish to collapse in to someone's arms and feel that warmth and security of being little spoon...