my describing muscle is as flaccid and useless as an old dish sponge
wow im re-reading homestuck and I really love homestuck, which is why I’m re-reading it for like the fifth time, but there are a few parts I don’t like (not because I think they are bad or unnecessary or anything they are just less fun for me to read) and one of them is Homosuck and that’s the part I am on now and it is taking me so long to get through Caliborn’s shittiness
well i had a homestuck sex dream last night. Seemed to take place in a house or perhaps a ship like the one John and Jade travelled to the new session in. Dirk was…definitely there, and I think Roxy was too, and possibly RoseMom. Strange family AU in which they were actually raised together. I was a boy and Dirk and I hid out in his room most of the dream
don’t let anyone tell you how or to what degree you should identify with your culture. it doesn’t matter where you were born, where your parents were born, when you/they emigrated.
your experiences and feelings are valid, no matter how conflicting, dissonant, or confusing.
your identity can change. and you do not have to explain yourself to others.