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feel like we forreal dont talk about dhalgren (1975) enough on the commie faggot pervert website

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Me, passed out over the toilet, coated with nothing but wasted fernet, chunks of stomach lining, my new years dress strap hanging off my shoulder, a breast peeking out, beside me a piece of paper on the tile, scribbled with only the words:

2025 resolution—get into Family Guy

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Cataloguing softness as an archival trait,

I don’t want to be soft for anyone, anymore

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Hand-sculpted hand sculptures jet from the walls in sequences approaching perfect form: a beckoning call holding the draped gold pendant necklace, its delicate chain like spidersilk, falling between first, middle, and ring fingers, tension-stretched with turquoise amulet heave enough to help the chain reach entropic separation; two asymmetrical palms facing the mock-sconce lamp light holding an eggshell white-painted plank up on their finger-and-thumbtips (Danielle had been devastated that the hands did not match each other, meaning the shelf could only hold heavier books laid flat, as one hand stretched its longer, lighter fingers out farther, and there was no way to correct for the offset when father drilled into the wall (an unnecessary overstep he awarely. walked, but he only claimed to worry for the electric wiring's sake—he would rather electrocute himself than let his daughter find herself in similar harm's way), but mother reassured her beautiful daughter "nothing in life is perfectly alike," she had said, "cracks and holes and marks and smudges where you'd never expect them," she continued, and when Danielle lamented further, she patiently explained the same sentiment, "like my eyeliner dear," she said, pointing to herself, "they're sisters, not twins"), where gardening manuals, Bible and Bible readers lay flat, and sadly, not much else; a benediction hand, holding a soft silken robe— Selah's, of course, but Danielle had been able to use it as well, and she loved to, for it smelled and felt like Selah's embrace and another, for Danielle's own, rougher, infrequently used robe; a fist mounted low near the edge of Danielle's bed-decorative; a finger and thumb in a liquid plucking gesture, as though rescuing a small cat from drowning in a pool, grabbing gently from the scruff of its neck, perfectly closed in gesso over-application, which holds a tangled mess of clasping jewelry, sliding to its trough, inelegant in function but her most realistic and accomplished work yet. Her pride would dissipate over time as the grasping, pleasing, and penetrating hands would continue to grow in number, but here so limited, or even a failure, in use, which Danielle would eventually ascribe to her fundamental brokenness, that her life had started and ended in suffering and the time after was struggling to find meaning as the burnt-in afterglow of a plasma screen, still and faded, an image of the self, a summary of stillness, and if she could reach out from that image past the flat walls of frames and photographs she could maybe touch someone, a gesture that says /I am here, I have worth, I work,/ and if none of that, at least hang your robe on me and let me be there with you, touch you, breathe you...

..."you really don't have to be so sensitive you know? Mommy gets so stressed out over the most ridiculous of things, and she's over twice our age so I'm not gonna hold my breath waiting for her to fix herself, you're gonna have to do that..." ..."it wasn't anywhere near your eye, Danielle, and if it was, you still could have easily gotten it out by yourself

... I mean, I'm glad I was there to help and all and I don't resent you in the least, I just wish you could be a little more self-sufficient..."

A work in progress, the first 1000 words of my new fiction project since finishing my book and putting fanfic on the backburner. I only know it will be sad and horny and only written in bursts of intensity.

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Peroxide Beach

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A work in progress, the first 1000 words of my new fiction project since finishing my book and putting fanfic on the backburner. I only know it will be sad and horny and only written in bursts of intensity.

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Help a dubiously employed trans girl out with her credit card debt <3

Hello! I don't know how to do these types of posts really, or any way to validate that I am a really existing human being, but I have $4000 in credit card debt that I need a few angels to help alleviate. I've made $100 on twitter so far.

I have covid right now; my typical part-time job has cut back hours to one shift a week so I am functionally out of money until the end of next month; I do freelance proofreading work but haven't had a contract since February; and I do dogwalking/sitting but aside from the covid these jobs are flaky and keep falling through. So I am desperate to help manage the debt that's been accumulating.

If you have the spare funds to donate, please help out. Also, if you need something cold/beta read, proofread, edited, or if you need an authenticity reader for a reasonable price, let me know; I can show you my credentials (I've done work for Tor and its imprints). If nothing else please share

Attached are my cashapp and venmo, and a cute picture of me from a few weeks ago. Thank you<333

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Help a dubiously employed trans girl out with her credit card debt <3

Hello! I don't know how to do these types of posts really, or any way to validate that I am a really existing human being, but I have $4000 in credit card debt that I need a few angels to help alleviate. I've made $100 on twitter so far.

I have covid right now; my typical part-time job has cut back hours to one shift a week so I am functionally out of money until the end of next month; I do freelance proofreading work but haven't had a contract since February; and I do dogwalking/sitting but aside from the covid these jobs are flaky and keep falling through. So I am desperate to help manage the debt that's been accumulating.

If you have the spare funds to donate, please help out. Also, if you need something cold/beta read, proofread, edited, or if you need an authenticity reader for a reasonable price, let me know; I can show you my credentials (I've done work for Tor and its imprints). If nothing else please share

Attached are my cashapp and venmo, and a cute picture of me from a few weeks ago. Thank you<333

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Ugh apparently my cashapp is glitching and I’m not showing up in searches so if you want to contribute and only have that please let me know 🥲

Help a dubiously employed trans girl out with her credit card debt <3

Hello! I don't know how to do these types of posts really, or any way to validate that I am a really existing human being, but I have $4000 in credit card debt that I need a few angels to help alleviate. I've made $100 on twitter so far.

I have covid right now; my typical part-time job has cut back hours to one shift a week so I am functionally out of money until the end of next month; I do freelance proofreading work but haven't had a contract since February; and I do dogwalking/sitting but aside from the covid these jobs are flaky and keep falling through. So I am desperate to help manage the debt that's been accumulating.

If you have the spare funds to donate, please help out. Also, if you need something cold/beta read, proofread, edited, or if you need an authenticity reader for a reasonable price, let me know; I can show you my credentials (I've done work for Tor and its imprints). If nothing else please share

Attached are my cashapp and venmo, and a cute picture of me from a few weeks ago. Thank you<333

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Help a dubiously employed trans girl out with her credit card debt <3

Hello! I don't know how to do these types of posts really, or any way to validate that I am a really existing human being, but I have $4000 in credit card debt that I need a few angels to help alleviate. I've made $100 on twitter so far.

I have covid right now; my typical part-time job has cut back hours to one shift a week so I am functionally out of money until the end of next month; I do freelance proofreading work but haven't had a contract since February; and I do dogwalking/sitting but aside from the covid these jobs are flaky and keep falling through. So I am desperate to help manage the debt that's been accumulating.

If you have the spare funds to donate, please help out. Also, if you need something cold/beta read, proofread, edited, or if you need an authenticity reader for a reasonable price, let me know; I can show you my credentials (I've done work for Tor and its imprints). If nothing else please share

Attached are my cashapp and venmo, and a cute picture of me from a few weeks ago. Thank you<333

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can i please see a fat woman wearing it. yes, i know your sizes go all the way up to 5x. but can i please see a fat woman wearing it. yes, i heard you're woman-owned. can i please see a fat woman wearing it though. yes, i understand you donate 50% of proceeds to this charity. i still do not see a fat woman wearing it. can i please see a fat woman wearing it.

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God below Man

Past the glow, Gabrielle lay herself upon the ground and immediately felt the groping hands. Too tired now to fight, and not quite galvanized by fear, she let the anonymous hands rip the beading sweat from the slight cavity in her chest, tearing cross-strap over the breast into the armpit, another soft hand filling the webs of its fingers with her hair, gently pulling her head back, forcing her to exhale, pulsing light grabs so to mimic homeostatic breaths, inhale and exhale (on cue). A third hand, more calloused, like the earthen roots rising from beneath her mirror-flipped and sunk into her thighs as fingers, returning home to the dirt, another set of textured fingers tracing lines in her abdomen before strongly holding her waist to the ground—here she felt strangely comforted, her head and chest pulled in dreamy surrender while the rest of her body pressed into Gaia’s warm embrace (in the past, before she had known for sure, she imagined this was what death would feel like past the moment of surrender, the warm release from pain while feeling heavier than she’d ever felt, but now she knows, she knows for sure that...

Chapter 5 of God below Man here <3

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I WOULD HAVE DONE TONS OF COCAINE WITH YOU, AND KEPT YOU ALIVE FOREVER.

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In the 1990’s Xena as a show went all out to depict a sapphic relationship around network regulations. Because of this mixture of subtext, innuendo, and unspoken moments there are many different ways to interpret the show.

I’ve been curious about this after reading about the failed reboot. For me, as someone who is attracted to people with my same gender, and growing up in the era of many homophobic tv regulations, I always thought they wrote in the straight relationships when they had to because they made her too gay and were forced to walk it back a little. It felt like a coverup. But now I can clearly see how there wasn’t much bi rep in the 90’s either and she can clearly be read as bi too. And I’m sure there are many interpretations I’m missing!

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May he bring back h*rny cinema and be cast in a new one

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— David Cronenberg, Consumed