Definitely not a pinterest user

Me waiting for Shuraka to crack Tei.

Me when someone (correctly) identifies me as queer during Pride Month:

You know how horses are herd animals?

Had a brief unscheduled stint into the Enya part of my hormone cycle but now I’m back in the Lil Jon part.

Actually I hate all of this and I’m running away from society. Goodbye fascism, hello becoming one with the Earth. Time to sink into the moss.

Day three of wearing a corset for pots: I’m in a cone of shame. Let me out. Its touching me.

Oh you have that Victorian Fainting Sickness brought on by the fever? Does the air have a sickly quality to it that makes you dizzy and weak?

Chewing on hope like a dog with a chew toy

RIP Herman Melville, you would have loved whale furries (cetafurs and I now know)

Just a little reminder of whom Ishmael had a crush on.

I hope the two hours of autism drawing time will heal me

Me on the phone trying to call up Herman Melville to ask if he knew that he wrote Ishmael so gay:

Having read enough censored BL, Moby Dick is ridiculously explicit.

Chapter 10 of Moby Dick: There is no heterosexual explanation.