idk who still looks at my blog so here’s some stuff about me for some info! mostly for myself to catalog where we’re at rn but also to share and reconnect with y’all if you’d like!
hi! I have many names, whatever you know me by is probably fine but you can ask if you’re not sure!
current passions when I can spark them are djing, diy fashion, and facilitating community and healing of myself and the people I love
overall I am an autistic, plural, anarchist, neuroqueer, agender, acespec, kinky, polyamorous, trans dyke and I am partnered to my lovely girlfriend
plural headspace is run by an old transmasc cowboy, an outgoing transfem streamer/raver, an agender cyberpunk/creature, and a sad enby archaeologist, with a coydog, two dragons, and a few others tagging along for the ride (and let us tell you, it’s a bumpy road)
in the past, different alters have been interested in and posted a lot of different things, and you may have known one or a couple of us better than who mainly uses tumblr now, but we’d love to reconnect even if we don’t generally participate in the same fandoms etc. anymore!
this blog is currently highly aesthetic based but frequently contains nsfw (mostly text posts), slur reclamation, kink, horror, and gore, minors please dni, and if you don’t want to see these, I do try to tag things (and let me know if you want something tagged) but please unfollow if you don’t want to be around that type of thing!
i love being friends with bitches who won’t shut up. i never know what to talk about. please tell me your whole life story and then infodump to me about warrior cats or greek history
treating obsessive/compulsive thoughts like an annoying edgelord thirteen year old in the backseat of my brain did such (positive) numbers for my mental health. like yeah yeah sure kid if you like a short person you might be a pedophile but probably not, you wanna listen to the radio?
[ID: Digital art showing warm early sunlight spilling into an apartment bedroom. The windowframe casts pink shadows onto the yellow wall, where text says, “My mornings don’t feel as heavy anymore.” A cat sits on the windowsill beside a potted plant and a mug, and a teddy bear lies on the bed. Text over the blanket says, “Maybe the birds sing for a reason.” End ID]
