Queer Fantasy, Sci-fi and Adventure.
As in written fiction. I’m not actually having sword fights in space.
That would be rad though.
Who is this impostor? Why are they syndrome-y? Why won’t they leave me alone? The syndrome impostor keeps breaking into my house, hitting me over the head, and stealing my crackers! Send help!
The stage calls me. Some say it’s the desire for attention. But the stage’s purpose is adoration.
I saw a tweet that annoyed me today (What? I hear you exclaim in shock. Something on Twitter raised your ire? Say it isn’t so!), and this was originally just going to be a response thread but it became its own beast and I figured it would work better in blog form.