Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Ancient writing.

Bosnian war crime.

Sexy GPT.

Speedy trans.

Thomas Burnett Swann.

Lacuna.

Honestly, I didn’t mean to take a couple weeks off.

Busy with one of those seekrit projekts, but also with the finishing touches on no. 12 over yonder: online serialization begins Monday, and I’m still up here knitting the dam’ parachute. (At least this time I’ve left myself plenty of room for the landing.) —Anyway, it turns out I can only procrastinate so many things at one time? Or something.

I do need to get back to certain things hereabouts, though. —Soon? Soon enough.

—Filed 5570 days ago to Indulgences.

  Textile help

Ostranenie.

Chef Alexa Numkena-Anderson.

Rose Quartz.

Fear of the trans child.

Horses.

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