Does anyone ever wonder about how life is supposed to go? In an ideal world, everyone would have two parents (genders non-disclosed) or maybe more that love them very much. 416 more words
So I’m going to write a short one and just get it doon.
After last week, during which I lacked A) higher cognitive (and any executive) functions and B) the ability to actually execute a decent pirouette, I appear to be regaining my faculties. 360 more words
Ahh, to be female.
Plenty of weird shit happens simply because we walk around wearing boobs and possessing a vagina. Comes with the territory.
Don’t get me wrong: Plenty of fellow vagina-carriers deal with far more than I will ever likely experience in my privileged life, and yes, I used that wince-inducing word. 1,568 more words
I’d been concerned, not only about when I had travelled to precisely, but how exactly I was going to get back to anywhere useful. Aside from the trapdoor out in the sands that I was unlikely to be allowed near again, I knew of precisely one other cellar entrance – the one into which I had pursued Rose earlier on, and wound up in swampocalyptic Christmas. 298 more words