I Deserve To Kill.

listening to Abstract (Psychopomp) again and Hurting

exitwound

We Should Be Well Prepared

apoemaday

by Mary Oliver

The way the plovers cry goodbye.
The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.
The way the leaves fall, and then there’s the long wait.
The way someone says we must never meet again.
The way mold spots the cake,
The way sourness overtakes the cream.
The way the river water rushes by, never to return.
The way the days go by, never to return.
The way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.

;-;

aspiringwarriorlibrarian

maxknightley

it would have sucked to be into The Eroticism Of The Machine in, like, 1601. you effectively have four options to choose from: "clocks," "looms," "the printing press" and "trebuchets." and nobody makes trebuchets anymore, it's all cannons now. you can't even post about it, all you can do is print a pamphlet. and god help you if you do that as a Printing Press Fucker. then you're practically begging for a callout pamphlet.

maxknightley

More of you are down to fuck a loom or a waterwheel than I had anticipated. Listening and learning.

derinthescarletpescatarian

drdemonprince

Imagine a world where homosexuality was still in the DSM but society had moved gradually toward some moderate acceptance of queer people, but only with the understanding that we are sick and that leading out our queer lives is medically necessary for us, and so a person would have to get diagnosed with being gay by a psychiatrist in order to be allowed to have gay sex

this is basically the reality that trans people are living in right now. and that’s for those of us that are lucky enough to live in a place where we *are* allowed to lead out trans lives once we get gender dysphoria written down in our medical charts