Forever forlorn poet. Bipolar. Dad joking Daddy Dom. Vulgar and profane. Known to pontificate, but also prone to unhinged shitposting. DMs open. 18+ MDNI.
need a Nordic murder show where the detective is named something like Knut VibΓ«s- he drives a yellow Volvo P1900 and is called in to solve crimes that resist traditional investigation techniques by consulting elves and interpreting the Aurora Borealis
The best thing about an arthritis flare up is creatively avoiding typing any word that contains letters past "U" on the keyboard because it feels like being stabbed on the right side of your hand.
Street vendors and the unhoused in New Orleans are subject to an exclusion zone for the duration of Essence festival.
The city calls it a "clean zone": www.nola.com/news/politic...
I'm always so amazed at how good artists can take something that looks so casual (like scribbles) and have something impactful come out of it. This little fox is awesome.
I am really baffled sometimes at how weird some online folks can be. Like, if you talked this way at a party, you'd be permanently uninvited, or perhaps smacked in the mouth depending on the environment.
Some basic etiquette would go a long way.
I've talked a bit about how my great uncle, Pat Frank, was a scifi author who wrote Alas, Babylon. But I don't think I've said that he started his career writing for a newspaper's society section. He got in trouble when people discovered he'd made up an aristocratic family to give updates about.
Iβm putting this out into the BlueSky universe : )
Iβm a trained film intimacy coordinator looking for work. Inclusive, sex-positive, and willing to work with difficult/controversial subject matter.
ICs can also be on set for the safety of minors.
DMs are open. Tell yer friends β€οΈπ½οΈ
There is no shame here
in this secret room where
my burning hunger meets
your aching need
Spread yourself open
for me and show me
the shape of my feast
This ravenous beast will
draw the scent of you in
deeply
before filling my mouth
and tasting the path
to your soul
every time you saw the void
every time you heard the blade whisper a sweet nothing
every line you walked without crossing that old river
for the moments that passed
moments when you refused to pass
we offer thanks
we offer tearful, humbled thanks
for choosing another day
for not giving up
