The Wedding After the Bomb
Somewhere far away, someone made a call, someone in power said yes to violence, and our friends would never get to see our friends say yes to love.
hey Cal! Moving the start time to 11, hope you get this!
Will going out into the woods and partaking in nature cure my dysphoria this time? Will the disruption of the fundamental fabric of the world finally reveal transition merely as selfish self-loathing? Will the detonation of 10k tons of nuclear weaponry have made me a woman again, and happy to be so?
Those are god’s fingers,He holds the whole world in his grasp
All women are connected to wolves
I’m just here, just me
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