Love is dead and I killed it

^another trans man who wishes to do the same and is now extremely motivated to no matter what (i will die doing so i gotta wait till im moved out sigh)

so lets be mindful of the baseline language we use with people of color and how they likely wouldn't like to be "owned," or be treated like "property," or even have reference to a "master"—i think there should also be a bit more discussion before these phrases/words are used with each other because it does bring up a kink dynamic or status dynamic that people might not like to engage with in this fantasy medieval world of ours.

Pawpaws are a Michigan native fruit that looks like it should not be a Michigan native fruit.

I'm told that it has the consistency of avocado, but tastes like a combination of banana, pineapple, and mango, with and earthy aftertaste. They are EXTREMELY delicate fruits, such that they are not really shipped anywhere- to eat them you have to find someplace local that has trees, or have trees, yourself.

I've always wanted to try them, so, I bought a few saplings, and spent a couple hours tonight planting them. They won't fruit for another 5 years at least. Each hole dug, each rootball excavated from its pot, each circle of mulch around the base of them... that's hope. That's a promise to be here 5 years from now, to see them flower, to pull sweet fruit from the limbs and try it for the first time.

"Because c'mon, it's Pride month. You wouldn't let go during Pride month."

—Sasha

"its pride month and we love you :3"

-anonymous