The last train home.
"Whoa," I said, sitting up a little as the credits rolled. "I haven't heard that in forever."
"What song is it?" he asked, shifting under my head. We had been binging Jojo's Bizarre Adventure for two hours and Netflix'
Topic
slice of life
A collection of 68 issues
TBT: Adding a Title.
This was a draft for 2020-01-01 that I never posted.
I stayed in this year. After work, I was so tired. I stayed home with my nesting partners, played video games, and watched more Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. I drank a mimosa with a lover once the clock struck
Malaya.
While I was VerboseTerse, I participated in write31days one year and got incredibly introspective and detailed about my gender. Or lack of. I revisit my thoughts once in awhile, especially on those long nights when I just can't get to sleep.
One of the webcomics I routinely follow
Dingus.
A schedule slip! It happens. I'm extra proud of myself for sticking with it for that long. Besides, I'm still cringing in embarrassment about other things.
I make it a point to tell dates and potential dates (at least) three things: I'm polyamorous, I&
Karaoke Thoughts (The Singing Lesson)
Not too long ago I received my first singing lesson since grade school:
He picked up his guitar and tuned it; I sat in his computer chair. Back straight, deep breaths, sing loud and deep and hold that note. Listen, and match this note. Deep breaths. No, deeper. He had
The Halloween Post
It's the last day of the month, so I suppose I address two topics: National Coming Out Day and Halloween(ish). I've been thinking about the latter, and the former will be scheduled over the weekend.
All's (s)hallow
Perhaps it's because
I am banned from Tinder.
It's actually more boring than it sounds. I didn't get lewd and I didn't piss off thin-skinned misogynists.
I'm back on dating apps; I figured it'd give me an edge in addition to doing things The Old Fashioned Way-- and
An untitled post about a friend that died yesterday.
"I deal with my pain by writing."
That is how the original draft began. This is what I said to my girlfriend an hour ago.
It's still true.
And it's been a week. A typical, stressful week: I had 17 dollars to my name
