This is so early 2000s it’s not even funny.
It also feels like something that might happen in Subtle Perfection, honestly.
August
(23, bi, they/it)
This is so early 2000s it’s not even funny.
It also feels like something that might happen in Subtle Perfection, honestly.
I haven't been able to stop thinking about this. There's so much going on here. I genuinely love the conception of gender as mystic autodeism. Gender as divine microcosm. Gender as Great Work. It's gnostic, it's alchemical, it's got notes of bacchanalian worship of the body and the inherent magic of self-discovery. This but unironically.
Shoutout to transphobes for thinking gender is this fucking badass
happy summer to dykes in tank tops and basketball shorts, goths who's makeup is melting, little kids catching frogs and fireflies, guys who just bring their guitar everywhere now, 13 yr olds very obviously in their emo phase during a family vacation, gas station employees, old people sitting on porches, and dogs swimming at the beach