I was super messy in my 20s, a bit of an edgelord, but sometimes I miss this person who was taking their first steps towards figuring themselves out. And also taking their first steps towards self advocacy and liking themself, and slowly building more healthy relationships.
I decided I wanted to be a model, so I did that. I was in shows around Tampa and St. Pete and was on track to be a minor local Myspace celebrity. People made fan art of my pictures (one was an oil painting). I was in a short film. Then I picked up a stalker and put on the brakes.
I liked being goth because it was very much a drag aesthetic for me, and in Tampa there were no rules. We had a 50+ year old guy who dressed like Peter Pan and made his own costumes. A guy called The Senator who wore women's lingerie. I could wear neon outfits and no one cared.
My body is stressed from the crop of summer murder weather that's popped up in the Midwest tonight so I'm going to post a bit about my experiences being a non-binary baby goth figuring out my gender. I was a glitter goth in the mid-2000s.
If you see this post your pets!
A pet losing his last marble over the TERRIBLE TRANSPARENT FORCEFIELD that SEPARATES HIM from the rest of the WORLD (the other door to the living room is wide open as it always is, he is not trapped)
If you're ever in Appleton you should definitely check out Arkana Books, fashioned after A Room of One's Own in Madison. There's even a coffee shop with delicious LotR themed drinks.
Thinking about how 8 years ago I was a grand marshall of a pride parade and we took time out to read the names of the victims of the Pulse shooting, which happened the week before. And how we need Pride because we keep getting murdered.
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39+ bsky drop a pic with your age, if you want.
Likewise, I have no idea how I survived this long, but I'm almost 42 & happier than I've ever been.
