I’ve gotten tricked out of so many things by those blasted Fae. My gender, my sexual attraction, my attention, and precisely 1 (one) of my pronouns.
Now I go by He/They because I can never be Him.
Sheesh. Don’t let em take the others or you’ll have to go by Was/Were
Dracula Flow disqualified.
It’s true. He is in fact way more Him than I was ever capable of being.
I am simply built differently… alternatively. Some might even go so far as to say incorrectly. I know I would.
It’s me. I’m the fae. At least I think I must be, since I use any pronouns.
Can you guys put out a schedule for when you’re doing pick-up?
I have this entire chunk of life I need to get rid of, but every damn time I get the alert, the circles already went inert and all they hauled off was the damned honeyed milk and bloodied bread.
