Friendly Neghborhood

Just had that autistic moment where I dredged up 40+ year old knowledge of the time Evil-Lyn was without her headpiece and you could see her white hair. I don’t know why I felt the need to “well, actually” him about that. But I did.

Iceberg is a respectable mascot. He respectably does respectable things. Gritty is a chaos demon. He’s just more fun to watch. Iceberg needs to take whatever drugs Gritty is on.

Rereading Tough Guy. I look at most of the main characters as my idiot children but Ryan and Fabian get over most of their idiocy early on. Not all of it. But most. They can be my Gifted and Talented children.

I’m not comfortable with anyone if finding my AO3 ever not because I write smut (I don’t write smut) but because of my super long 200,000 word fanfic meditation on mental health. I’m like…don’t perceive me.

I didn’t make it to Pride but I washed the laundry super gayly. It’ll have to do. It’s like when you just put you chametz in another cupboard for Passover instead of selling it but for queer people and Pride.

I feel this sudden need to go to the beach. But not in summer. In October. I hate sand so this is all very weird to me.

I guess I’m not going to Pride cos I *always* wake up at 6 or earlier and today I woke up at 9:15, the time I wanted to be on the bus. Oh well. I do have a toilet to clean and clothes to wash and some yogurt to buy. I will do it all super queerly, though.

I lived near FAO Schwartz in the late 90s when they had the Phantom and Christine Barbies and I still, to this day, regret not spending my food money on those damned dolls. They were like $150 at the time and now to find them they are like $300. But man, I’d have appreciated them all this time. Appreciated them hard.