birthday art for @fleecedragon, who gave me an excuse to draw My Guy from this game (with all his magical boy merch) <3
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birthday art for @fleecedragon, who gave me an excuse to draw My Guy from this game (with all his magical boy merch) <3

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January 8
finding my way to being better one conversation at a time. one song heard on an organ one new thing pressed in my mind.
A Gentle Message for Cozy Gamers
The role of video games in my life has always been strangely fraught. This is something I’ve written about before, but even though I loved games as a kid and spent almost all of my free time as a kid playing Nintendo DS and computer games I checked out from my local library, I simultaneously rejected the role and identity of gamer. It had to do with a few things – gendered expectations, for one.…
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January 4
i hate to feel hunted and i cringe at being caged— i would rather be alone than be undone.
January 19
there’s a ghost caught in the caution tape. be gentle—it’s afraid. it’s come this way for forty years but finds itself dismayed at warnings meant to turn away time’s work on bodies laid.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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January 28
there was a name for men like this who lay here sleeping underground. there was a name, or many, on the wind. in tones of hate or love or simply knowledge, obligation or regret— there was a name for men like this and now it’s gone, and so are they.
January 14
i’ve set bits of self aside somewhere— i’ll have to seek them out again and make myself the person i prefer myself to be.
January 12
there are stones in my feet rebelling at being made to part from the earth. they wanted some change in their nature, but not this. not this much.