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
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.
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.
