#it's valid

unfortunately probably aemond and maekar because i am an extremely nasty grudge holder. i don't hold grudges often so that's a positive. but i am part afghan, and as they say: may god keep you away from the venom of the cobra, the teeth of the tiger, and the revenge of the afghans.

in funnier news, pashtun maekar:

"but art must take effort and be a long process!!"

not necessarily! Art is a human medium of communication that can be seen differently by everyone. If you have something to say, say it in your own way!! Stop speaking like an art elitist and let people communicate their thoughts and feelings like they want.

"but it's ugly!!"

art doesn't have to be of your liking to be art. Art can be disgusting and grotesque and still be art. Also you speak like someone who has never seen some very aestethically pleasing abstract art. Fuck you.

I'M INNOCENT OFFICER I SWEAR

So the thing you have to understand is that we've all known this for years.

The Honorable Dowager Lady Sachermorte went to music school for voice in the 90s, has gone on accidental dates with women on more than one occasion, and almost exclusively associates herself with other D&D-playing Gen Xers and older Millennials, most of them queer. Her younger sister, my aunt, is bisexual by her own admission (although she doesn't use that term because again, Xers) and suspected to just be an all-out lesbian because she hates her husband. We do too, honestly. He sucks.

Anyway. She's been with my stepfather for almost fifteen years, a man who has profound levels of bi wife energy, himself being a huge tabletop ren faire nerd who owns a kilt and watches lots of Battlestar Galactica.

Anyway. They visited me for eight days in late July, during which time they were not partaking in any of their usual distractions such as the watching of shows or the playing of video games. I ran these people ragged. Normal levels of aimless farting around for me, catastrophic and concerning levels for them. So they were wiped. And as such, when they went back to their hotel, they didn't have the energy to do anything but drink and talk to each other. And my mother started talking about how her instagram algorithm thinks she's queer and my stepdad was like "uh. yeah. we've been telling you this for years"

Anyway at some point in this conversation she sort of realized it herself, and my stepfather realized he's demisexual. I had nothing to do with this. NOTHING. I'm just learning about it myself.

She's also discovered that she's some variant of neurodivergent and I'm like. Yes, madame, yes you are. You have three AUDHD children. We did not just get it from our biofather, the King of Demons. I promise you that.

Anyway, she called me and told me and I was incredibly smug about it until I remembered proper decorum. What can I say. I have an incredibly advanced gaydar. Well. As it goes. Lady S is very excited for Pride next year. I hope she puts bisexual-colored hair chalk in and wears something outlandish. She'll look great.

it is

Self Doubting Time (i think i may be demiromantic/alloromantic. please send help-)