One day, I’ll make a mega edit of all of this.

To: Ava From: Ava For: not giving up on myself every time I had the chance to. (Torchwood: Children of Earth and Ncuti’s box set are on the way.) Someone help me find a cheap region 1 set of Sarah Jane Adventures and I’ll be your best friend.

It’s wrong to post someone else’s intimate pics, but as a matter of public interest, in the name of Hunter Biden’s testicles, you need to see Marjorie Taylor Greene’s clitoris.

The $2.99 price tag on What We Do in the Shadows is an act of violence.

I would’ve gotten my ass beat and dragged to church if I dressed like this in high school. …and that definitely happened when I came out as bi. I was wearing button down Hawaiian shirts in middle school, because that’s all my dad would buy me if we didn’t have a school uniform. CRINGE.

I’m transitioning, it makes me happy and gives me purpose. I like being a woman. I never implied I was transitioning into a vapid whore for chronic masturbators, brownie points with pagans, or a clarion call for someone else’s bored husband to come disappoint me with his li’l Oscar Meyer wiener. 🤷‍♀️

Reasons to date Ava: Excellent cook—meat pastries and desserts Great in bed Conscious on quantum scale Loves Deadpool and Terminator 2. Can play Guitar Hero songs on an actual guitar. (I don’t know how I got to be this person either, just let it make your day weird. Mine are.

(2/2) Yahweh, Allah, Jesus, Buddha sound exactly the same as Nieman Marcus, Rolls-Royce, Kardashian, and Shasta Cola to me. … I dont buy it.

I really am a spiritual person, I just don’t believe in any gods. I read all the books, disagreed with them greatly… lather, rinse, repent). I like Silap Inua, the idea that the cosmos and our human consciousness shift in similar tides. That makes humanistic and scientific sense to me. (1/2)

As you can guess, the conversations in my head are much, much darker and more abstract than my dark and abstract public persona appears to be. I just had a talk with myself about finally admitting that I have a nicotine addiction, so I can tell addiction (in my head) “Fuck you, I’m still in here.”

If you piled needles in a stack that was 5 feet and ten inches high, and placed a single piece of hay in the middle, then dumped shit all over it like Biff Tannen… I’d ask you how much Stephen Miller paid you for that likeness of his inner child.

I’ll always be pansexual but right now, all I want is a stable-ish guy from a kind family, with whom I can share all my experiences. And waitresses.

I don’t understand why people act like I’m so unapproachable. I have a crush on Jason Biggs in the movie “Loser.” *big David Lee Roth clap-and-spin* 👏🤷‍♀️

My face when I realized… I AM hotter than the head of Homeland Security.

The really FUCKING annoying thing about the whole “JK Rowling has a wild hare up her ass about trans people” situation is that I’m just over here, like… (I LOVE Luna. LOOOVE her. It breaks my heart that I can’t talk about one of my favorite characters ever without being accused of trans treachery.)

I don’t think I actually like men as much as I like the image of a good man, which I have never seen in person.

Remember when Pirates v Ninjas was the only argument anyone had any real passion for? Ah, simpler times.

It’d be really cool if I could go a full day without bleeding, somewhere on my body. I hate being so clumsy.

Am I wrong?

I am now the proud owner of a DVD player and my own silverware. Next time you read my posts… don’t be surprised if I’ve eaten…🦞

I look like I got punched in the cheekbone, but I swear it’s just microdermabrasion. “Heh, you should’ve seen the OTHER pumice roller. 🤺🥷”

Currently watching series one of Doctor Who (NuWho) for the millionth time. It’s just as good as the first time I saw it. Even with that RuPaul’s Drag Race soft focus.

Nothing like a good barf in the morning to remind me that I am a trapped animal.

I now have to find my original MacBook Pro install discs from 2011. Fuck my entire life.

I can’t reinstall the OS on the laptop I can’t log into because that laptop’s USB PORTS DON’T FUCKING WORK AND APPLE REFUSES TO FIX MY $2,000 MacBook Pro. Fuck Me for trying to have something of a connection to the outside world and DOCTOR FUCKING WHO!!!!!!!!! Fuckin’… exterminate.

I can’t mirror the screen of the good laptop for SOME STUPID FUCKING COMPUTER REASON. WHO DESIGNED THIS BULLSHIT AND WHY DO I HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS?!?!

I can’t log in to my ONE fucking computer with a dvd drive. This is SO fucking stupid. I HATE the goddamn future.

NOT A GODDAMN THING I OWN IS WORKING. I HATE MY LIFE SO FUCKING MUCH.

I’m having a fucking MELTDOWN right now. I spent a ton of money of dvds I really wanted AND NONE OF THE DISC DRIVES IN THE GODDAMN HOUSE WILL WORK. DVD Player: DEAD USB DVD drive: disconnects after five minutes. XBOX360: DOESN’T FUCKING RESPOND TO THE CONTROLLER. WHY AM I SO FUCKING CURSED?!?

One of my far-off dreams is to play the devil in Damn Yankees with an all-queer cast. I can be Ms. Applegate if I wanna. I was the only child who was excited by the Jeff Daniels remake of My Favorite Martian because I was already a Ray Walston fan at 8 years old. open.spotify.com/track/67plRZ...

open.spotify.com/track/1mUF9j... GENDER Euphoria

Okay… Fine! I’m hotter than Kristi Noem. There, I said a nice thing about myself.

There once was a Johnson named Mike. Whose pant leg was stuck in his bike. He cried out, “Please Jesus, I can’t call police, Cuz My phone has stuff they wouldn’t like.”

There once was a rapist named Pete, Who lucked into government seat, His name is my father’s And my biggest bother is I used to work on that street.

There once was a man from New York Who couldn’t keep hold of his dork. He flew to an island, With Epstein all smiling, And now we have President Pork.

Prompt: “Analyze this poem: I see a red door and I want to paint it paisley. Black is quite slimming, Doors open too narrow lately.” I’ve never felt seen by a fuckin’ computer before.

I see a red door and I want to paint it paisley. Black is quite slimming, Doors open too narrow lately.

Me, when a trans person blocks me. open.spotify.com/track/3T74kg...

RIP Ken Parker of Parker Guitars—the first synthetic composite material axe in the market. Sadly the market priced them out and the company lost money in the end. They’re GREAT instruments and he was well liked in the industry. If you know Scott Tarulli, he still plays Parker Flys. FUCK CANCER.

Best album of last year. open.spotify.com/track/7pECcs...

Don’t block me until you’ve been in a fight with me. I bring receipts.

I’m officially retiring from Polyamory. I’m waiting for that special someone who wants to fuck a blanket burrito in survival mode, and bring me soup to apologize for not making me come.

Quite possibly my favorite song of all time. And you’d never know it was there if you’d only heard Straight Lines. youtu.be/hN7TQ6zmjR8?...

Norman Borlaug should be immortalized in statue. If you had wheat today, it’s because of him. Not fuckin’ horses and confederate traitors.

“God gave you one body! Don’t butcher it.” You’re CIRCUMCISED, dipshit.

Oh, hey. Here’s the fucker. You can’t help kids and trans people at the same time, you balding bastard? I do it. By harboring zero interest in causing harm to any living creature—it’s not hard to be KIND. It is cruel to pretend you know everything. Erasure and minimizing pain are cruel acts.

Let’s talk about the biggest LGBT+ erasure in this country’s history. President James Buchanan & William Rufus King were lovers. After they died, their families destroyed their letters. They were known in congress as “Nancy and Aunt Fancy.” This is a matter of public record. We pay to be lied to.