Happy Saturday. Chilling with a playlist of classical Indian ragas playing and snow falling outside. Hope all is calm in this moment wherever you are in the world

Where are all my fellow creative autistic queerdos at?

Lingering in surgical waiting area. Missing my person. They are my everything and my always.

All pies are hand pies if you are motivated enough

Can we just as a society agree it’s a pretty low bar to respect each other’s identities? Maybe?

Vicariously frustrated while my partner is dealing with the “best healthcare in the world”

Heading to the good farm/feed store staffed by only the loveliest queerdos around. Need supplies for the chickens to help harden their run for the winter