i arrive at the gay bar in full butch getup and i look like super hot like trust me and i start buying chocolate milk for the femmes at the bar…..between my striking good looks and my generosity concerning tasteful dairy products i have impressed them greatly and after an hour of chatting I make my move. i reach into my pocket and remove a large, gorgeous lichen affixed to a piece of bark from its protective herbarium packet that I have concealed in my pants pocket. “it’s a symbiotic relationship between a fungus and an algae,” i begin,
You say shitpost but I swear to god I would pick up the U-haul on our way home from the bar don’t try me
Tag: me
me: oh hey you like [special interest]?
someone: yeah, you know it??
me, vibrating so hard i begin to clip through the floors: yeah ive heard of it
im at the point of androgyny where i am either a very fem guy or a very masc lady and thats why i rule the world
“are you a guy or a girl” im in charge
and i am very hungry
I Hear That’s Good
This is me with every single friend I currently posses.
“A witch gently weeps under a tree.”
—
Danielle Mari Nidea, from “Witches,” written c. September 2017
I am a witch…
But no, I am not a “G*psy”. Because I am not Rromani. And “g*psy” is a racial slur.
But no, I do not smudge or own a spirit animal. Because I am not Native American
But no, I do not practice Vodun. Because I am not of African descent
But no, I do not cleanse my chakras. Because I am not a Hindu or Tibetan Buddhist
But no, I do not practice Kabbalah. Because I am not Jewish.
But no, I do not practice Hoodoo. Because I am not of Gullah descent
But no, I do not pray with “rosaries” to my gods. Because I am not Catholic
But no, I do not say “blessed be”. Because I do not partake of Wiccan fertility blessings
This has been a PSA




