Rose Thorne(She/Her)

And both are prepared to stab you with a Foreign Object.

Didn’t they have a problem like that before, but with bots? Like, some obscure artists who suddenly started getting massive listening hours by setting up a bot network to just keep repeating?

Mostly, yeah. He’s practically getting to live his dream these days, after going through a pretty long rough patch.

I’m still untangling things, in my own way, but I can also recognize the strides I’ve been able to make with it. It’s taken many a long year to get to the point where even talking about it didn’t leave me shaking in anger or fear, and I consider that a major improvement. Shaking off the last shadows from the monster.

We had a long driveway. I quickly learned how to position myself to be able to see out the window and prepare before being seen.

That was also around the same time I learned how to quickly make a bug-out bag, a bit of cryptography(My dad and I had a code language, just in case), and just how far I can be pushed before physical response is my only response.

There isn’t enough therapy in the world.

An unfrosted Double Dutch, at that.

That is an offense in itself. You’re making it that large, toss on the fudge or Dutch chocolate icing with it.

I’ve reached the point that I adopt the same attitude back. Like, genuinely told myself “No, fuck these thoughts, we ain’t having this shit tonight”, into just kinda almost meditating myself to sleep.

Probably not a healthy coping mechanism, but it works?

I got caught in-between. While I am now aligned with the opposite gender, I equally have days where I identify as completely without gender.

It might have also come with a change of species? Or they’re just narcissistic, because I’m Genderfae. I will admit, on the genderless blob androgynous days, I do have insatiable cravings for honeyed milk and bread, and begin planning on how to swap any children I see with one of our own…

I don’t think I can go more insane without jumping into super-sanity, so I’m down.

What do I get for letting you in? Word it in a clear, even trade.

I ain’t owing a Fae shit, they already took my gender for a slice of delicious cake.

Sometimes art, no matter what it is, takes a frame of mind or a certain delivery to really hit us. Even a small change, like mood, can cause a different little take.

It can be worth giving things that didn’t click with a younger you a second try, you might find you like it, you might find you still don’t, but maybe you’ll understand why better than before.

Just a friendly reminder to anyone who comes across an opossum and decides to be brave: Don’t, unless you’ve been trained, call a rehabber or animal control if it looks like they’re in need.

But if you’re in a situation where you, for some reason, have to, do not grab or hold them by the tail. They use it for stabilization and extra grip. You might rarely see one who slipped and are hanging from the tail, but it’s not a usual activity. It is extremely harsh on the tail and spine for them to be supported like that.

Cradle them as best you can while keeping a grip across the back of the neck, holding the head still. If they’re comfortable enough to not be a bite risk, they may even wrap their tail around your arm!

I’m okay with this.

They’re fun and all, but fuck having to wait an hour just to get out of the parking lot of my job because the main road is completely shut down, and another hour because of all the fucking traffic that got held up.

Living in a small town has absolutely killed all joy parades used to bring.

Flesh on the Wall - Naked Prey

And where do they do it most? In your chair, man!