Wrench Watch-Dogs Is Nonbinary And I Will Not Be Explaining-

After the Great Fall of Tiktok (circa. 2025) I have decided to return to my roots. I didn’t really know anyone was left. Is there anyone left?

Honestly kind of hoping I’m just screaming into the void here…

Things my grandma thinks “made me” a homosexual:

#1 Disturbia by Rihanna was the first ringtone I ever got on my flip phone.

Fucking mood but in all fairness they don’t seem to be any happier for it. We are all doing our best to convalesce under late stage capitalism in a colonial hellscape babey.

i wish i was a cishet guy so that i could start a podcast and go to the gym and allow that to fulfill me spiritually. but instead i have these visions

In case anyone finds it helpful because mobility aids are horrifically expensive and inaccessible…

And for those people who have access to mobility devices but might benefit from a second chair they can abuse without risking expensive damage…

Erik Kondo has made a website, Open Source Innovations, that details plans for DIY wheelchairs. These wheelchairs can be made from common materials like wood, plastic, and pvc. They are lightweight and can be custom fit to the user allowing from the same degree of movement you would get from a custom chair. And they are durable and easily repairable. (he has been stress testing his latest design by dropping it down stairs, dropping it out of a car, launching it across a driveway, and throwing it off a deck). Its 12lbs and I think he said its was in the $200 ish range for parts.

He also is working on cheap, open source, accessible designs for beach chairs, off road chairs, motorized attachments (think smart drive), and so on. Plus he skateboards in his wheelchair. Cool dude, helpful info, pass it on.

Now Accepting Friendship Applications:

I need more Queer Creatives in my life. I am seeking:

Life long companions.

Weird Art Exchanges.

Rivals.

Enemies.

Freelance coworkers.

Lovers.

Haters.

Besties.

Pen-Pals.

Critics.

Contemporaries.

I am…

twenty four years of age, nearly twenty five.

a writer of poetry, fiction, essays, philosophy, music, art analysis, and otherwise unrelated articles.

someone who identifies as a witch. I read tarot, study magic, and hold rituals.

skeptical as fuck.

a bit of a pretentious snob.

ideologically punk, and involved with my community.

a supporter of body mods.

unabashedly queer. Nonbinary and a lover of women.

passionate beyond words. Everything I do is with my whole soul. I care about everything all of the time.

contradictory. For every rule there’s an exception. It keeps you on your toes.

Requirements for application…

21+

An intelligent and engaging conversationalist.

Queer, Creative, and believe you’re worth knowing.

Leave a comment, reblog, or DM telling me why we should become acquainted.

She’s the first person I told…everything. She was my confidant, my shield, my break in the shore. She hasn’t used my deadname since I changed it six years ago.

We haven’t been talking much these last few months. I moved ac

Across the country and she got…mean. She wanted me to come back, to stay depressed, to live in a bubble with her. I didn’t.

Got deadnamed by my oldest friend on my birthday. Deliberately. Through a meme.

You ever see a woman you hate bossing people around in a black leather jacket and just think:

Maybe this changes things.

Every. Single. Time. One of my friends brags about how great their landlord is, I have to hit them with

“You know that’s a slumlord, right? You’re excited that they’re doing bare minimum. If they didn’t do that, it would be illegal. They could be sued. Now go back to how you live in “half” of a “refurbished” concrete garage.”

"The road to fascism is paved with people telling you to stop overreacting"

It’s post random shit on tumblr hours.

I’d apologize but why would I?