mid-distance shot of a storefront
i can be seen inside arguing with the store owner. the exchange continues for a few heated minutes before i turn on my heel and, fuming, leave the store.
the shopkeep breaks down in tears before hastily scribbling something on a piece of paper and taping it in the window
"enby sluts wanted"
elephant 1: (with sorrow) humans.. so much potential, wasted
elephant 2: they’re but children, muriel. give them time.
Proof I am the moon:
*Large but not huge just very visible
*Actually not as old as I seem, despite seeming like I'm ancient
*No actual gender but very femme and saphhics love me
*Dark side appears more mysterious than it really is, it's more of the same shit but I'm not verbalizing it
*There is a bunny on the moon and I am a bunny
*Glowy soft domme
I *know* what I'm doing when I spell a #LongAnnoyingHashtag in camel case: it's way more readable that way. Why do I have to jump through hoops to have it tooted out like that?..
i call this piece the united skates of america
hot AND dangerous
vaguely bounded, as a concept
it/it; they/them; she/her (these are not in any particular order, do you)
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