assistant fox keeper @somekindofcrow@awoo.space

I am tired.

Earlier today I heard another telling of the story of Sedna.

And the woman who sang it reminded me that Sedna wasn't born to godhood. She was betrayed, sank to the bottom of the sea, and through the sheer rage against the men who had wronged her she grasped divinity.

May your anger also pierce the veil of mortality.

Okay so Twitter is birbsite.
What is Facebook?

Earlier today I was at a coffee shop and dropped a needle somewhere on me. So of course I went and slowly felt for it by running my hands over my dress down my entire body. It wasn't under I got between my legs that I realized it looks like I was touch myself in public and I was internally screaming "no I am not masturbating I'm just trying to find my tiny needle" but I didn't say that out loud thank goodness.

Epilogue: The needle was indeed between my legs.

Yesterday I found out that someone in one of my social circles (X) no longer participates regularly because of a specific person in the group that X didn't name.

I have a suspicion that I am said person because I'm pretty sure X is a Standard Conservative Christian (neither of those words actual meanings actually describe this kind of person but you know what I mean) and my mere existence can drive people like that away.

Part of me is feeling bad about this even though it shouldn't.

New Polygon article on dead lesbians in video games ( https://www.polygon.com/2017/8/4/16090980/life-is-strange-death-lgbtq-characters ) reminds me why I love Gone Home:

The premise of finding out what happened to 1) a queer couple in 2) the 90s in a 3) video game like holy fuck screw the storm and the old house this is way the fuck more terrifying than any monster or lovecraft shit because everything can go wrong.

But then nobody died and there's a happy ending.

Okay unanticipated problem with dress: I have to obtain extra consent from everyone I hug while wearing it because craft herpes is spread via hugs.

New glittery dress.
Pro: comfortable and sparkly
Con: craft herpes everywhere.

Friend: "This movie has a lot of body horror."
Other Friend: "Tasteful body horror."
Me: "We call that vore."

Survey: Are you a boy or a girl?
Me: If I could answer this question I would not be spending so much fucking money on therapy.

(They had an "other: specify" option and this is in fact what I put down.)

Looking at all the "ruin a date in three words" memes now and wow there's no racism or sexism in sight.

This is a change of pace from birbsite.

Someone I know just "came out" on social media as "punctuation queer" because they put two spaces between sentences and putting apostrophes in contractions like it's and that's.

I am very inexplicably bothered by this and I am not sure why.

I procrastinated on sending an e-mail for like six months as it sat in my to do list generating massive anxiety and I literally just did it in a minute just now.

I will have learned nothing from this.

I'm in a chat with normal people and somebody's like "oh no I bet someone has wanted a fuck a Jynx at some point" and everyone's like "wow that's crazy" and I'm secretly going "oh honey you poor poor tiny innocent babies".

Annnnd I now own enough black dresses that doing a load of laundry that's entirely black dresses is feasible.

Some lady on the street called me an asshole.

I mean, she's not wrong.

I have been playing a lot of Gigantic since it came out. It's pretty much replaced all other FPS/shooter/MOBA games on my list because seriously the game is beautiful and also quests take the form of beautiful tarot cards which makes me stupidly happy.

Also Mozu is the best tiny goblin wand thief I mean look at her. http://alexandra-douglass.com/img/portfolio/gigantic/heroes/mozu.jpg