Siobhan [she/her, love/loves]
A silly, snarky trans woman trying to be a good human, better writer and one hell of a wife. Open marriage/poly. I hate brussel sprouts. Touch food and eat grass. Shitposter extraordinary.
Love me some owls
Thank Bast there are CW for spiders. I’m a horrible arachnophobe, and my true dread is scrolling a site and BOOM! unexpected eight legged hell spawn
(apologies in advance for vent/language) I am almost 50. Transitioning is a relatively recent thing. I spent years on Twitter. Last month I left for what I thought would be bluer, safer skies. Then the pedo apologist came and was allowed to stay, even after explicitly stating he was intent on making life hell for us. I’m tired. I’m just fucking tired. And then someone told me about this place. After just over a day, I’m loving it. But, being frank, I’m still a touch wary . But the energy is…hopeful? Make sense?
Won’t someone please think of drug dealer’s children!