Amongst the reliefs felt after the result of the recent Federal election was a little sprinkle on top: we wouldn’t have to publish this celebratory issue of TSR into a world where no cause for celebration could be plausibly conceived.
Pisces—are you a pillow i can sink my oily f / orehead into? my mother didn’t spit me out of her vagina perfect / but all the jobs i apply for ask me to be superhuman.
It takes a kind of callous discipline to keep a place at such a studied level of derelict. That is the requisite of teleportation: you need to know your destination.
His love for fostering community was motivated by a deep-seated desire to uproot the church, pull it apart and use the pieces to carve out space for queer people.
