Fuck, I forgot about bluesky...

My new ear and knee tattoos look awesome by the way, and they terrify the normal people in a much more pleasant and aesthetic way than my rotting graveyard of a mouth.

$22K dental work that will take months, require multiple visits, 6 months of no work, & won't be guaranteed to fix the problem?
Or $2K in tattoos for dopamine while I wait to be sent to a camp somewhere because I'm too queer & disabled for society?
I know what I'm choosing & it ain't the teeth.

This is such BS. Hormones got me crying over all the cake I've forced my anchor partner to eat half of because I have a sweet tooth and they don't, so that means I'm a bad person for not respecting their boundaries. 😢😭🤧😭

Made a post about autism and meltdowns and kids on Threads and now it's getting likes and I'm getting followers and this is NOT what I wanted. I SPECIFICALLY requested the opposite of this.

Endo pain so high I wish I could shove a heating pad up my ass to get relief. About to drop $80 on a product that basically a heated diaper because 2 full size pads aren't enough to reach all the pain.

Being told you're fashionable when you live in sweats and tanks 85% of the time is a weird experience. I'm a gremlin who can curate an outfit, not a magical fashion genius.

I wanted to only post my writing here, but it's not the wrote form of socmed. Here's to at least being quippy in my engagement, if nothing else?

When the work fit means wearing @stonesparrowthread.bsky.social and @hagcraftfarm.bsky.social all day

I'm Appalachian, y'all. Give me deep hollers, caves, limestone chasms, mines. Give me the coalmines. Mines, like great, black-veined wounds we carved into the bones of the earth, vomiting out sparkling dusty blood that we can turn, greedily and without caution, into something that fuels our need 1/6

Crone.
Now it is winter and I am learning your lessons of patience and pain. The cold seeps into our bones and makes us tired. "Now," you say, "is the time to look within, to the wisdom you have gathered through the year. Do not mistake your thoughts as facts; you are not allowed to prophecy 1/4

Hi, please do not misgender me, your favorite mountain cave-dwelling cryptid from whatever space exists as void between the twinkling stars that are guiding you to madness.

Lately, I've been feeling heavy with the weight of every new name someone whispered to me before they waved a multicolored flag and yelled it in the streets.
As they tasted vowels and rolled new syllables across their tongues to drip into my ears, sometimes the first ears other than their 1/4

Bodies of water are liminal spaces that do not welcome me like others.
Give me my twilight forests, my dusk touched caves, the underside of well traveled bridges, stores full of mirrors, libraries at night, long stretches of desert highway...
1/6