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🏇🏻 Wasteland Pony Express (interactive fiction)
characters: The Listening Lady, Johnny Knives, Hero, Frances, Nuisance, Lou, Artie
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much of my work is erotic. please do not follow if you don’t want to look at & read erotic content.
It’s official– we’re heading up north to Rochester.
The good news (the great news! actually!) is that, after soooo much hard work, Dr. Butch got a post doc in this very very hostile-to-science time we’re living in. I’m very proud of them!
The bad news is that we have to leave Richmond, which we love!! It’s been our beautiful home for so long now. We have great friends here, a beautiful apartment that we love, and lives that we are gonna miss. We got married here! It will always be our first home as a couple.
We are out of the apartment by August 31st…. Time to get packing, I guess.
I’m afraid that when I say “my butch,” people, especially straight people, are hearing “my daddy.” That’s fine for many. But when I say “my butch”, what I mean is:
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bet you can’t guess which is the illiterate atheist cowgirl mailman and which is the junk-journaling cannibal wolfgirl disciple
-> Read Pony Express <-
Today, after a long and fraught battle marked by the attacking force of a thousand demons, my darling beautiful beloved butch husband defended their PhD dissertation and is OFFICIALLY a doctor !! 💥💥💥
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Today, after a long and fraught battle marked by the attacking force of a thousand demons, my darling beautiful beloved butch husband defended their PhD dissertation and is OFFICIALLY a doctor !! 💥💥💥
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when I first showed them Twin Peaks, my butch husband paused the show and was like “I HAVE to go get donuts” in the middle of the night & came back with these
My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the very, very last time! Read it here for as low as $2/month on my Patreon or here for free on ao3! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
✨Read the update on my patreon or ao3
✨ Excerpt below the cut.
“We’re thinking about getting married next, Big Mama,” Clay said, throwing his arm around Lou’s shoulder as they got to the table.
“I believe Lou can do better a mite better than you,” Big Mama said, which was ridiculous. Clayton was her youngest child, and she loved him like he hung the moon. “Come here, girl, give me some sugar.”
Big Mama Goodnight was a big, big woman with a prominent beauty mark, big, big hair and breasts so large she always said she couldn’t wear enhancing brassieres due to the risk it posed to her windpipe. She pulled Lou into a completely engulfing hug, stooping down to kiss her wetly on each cheek.
“Howdy, Big Mama,” Lou said. She couldn’t wrap her arms around her. She wore a heavy dusting of scented powder, and Lou had to will herself not to sneeze. “Clayton’s just after some housewarming gifts, I reckon.”
“It’s so good to see you, puss,” Big Mama said, wiping the lipstick off Lou’s cheeks with her thumbs. “It’s been a long time. You’re looking lathy– of course, you’ve always been thin as a rail, ever since you was a girl, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lou said. She sat down next to Clay. “I don’t know if Clay said, but I had a hitch in my giddyup a while there. I’m doing a bit better, though.”
“She was deathly ill, Big Mama,” Clay said, which was what Lou had told him. She hadn’t told anyone that she had died, not even him. Not even Venus. “They had her in the hospital for half a daggone year.”
“Only four months,” Lou said. “And not the hospital hospital, not for most of it. Just the sanitarium. To rest, mostly.”
Big Mama slapped her palms down on the table, her many rings and bracelets clacking. “Let me make you up a plate, honey,” she said. She did not tolerate any of Lou’s protests.
She returned with an overloaded plate for Lou, which was partially in response to finding out that Lou had been sick, but also just the way Big Mama always was.
update regarding Wednesday’s bacon-cooking incident: our manager brought this to his managers (who do not work in branches) were like “well??? why can’t they cook bacon in there???? what’s the problem???”
you know what, you’re right. why don’t we just set up a kbbq grill in here too.
My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the very, very last time! Read it here for as low as $2/month on my Patreon or here for free on ao3! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
✨Read the update on my patreon or ao3
✨ Excerpt below the cut.
“We’re thinking about getting married next, Big Mama,” Clay said, throwing his arm around Lou’s shoulder as they got to the table.
“I believe Lou can do better a mite better than you,” Big Mama said, which was ridiculous. Clayton was her youngest child, and she loved him like he hung the moon. “Come here, girl, give me some sugar.”
Big Mama Goodnight was a big, big woman with a prominent beauty mark, big, big hair and breasts so large she always said she couldn’t wear enhancing brassieres due to the risk it posed to her windpipe. She pulled Lou into a completely engulfing hug, stooping down to kiss her wetly on each cheek.
“Howdy, Big Mama,” Lou said. She couldn’t wrap her arms around her. She wore a heavy dusting of scented powder, and Lou had to will herself not to sneeze. “Clayton’s just after some housewarming gifts, I reckon.”
“It’s so good to see you, puss,” Big Mama said, wiping the lipstick off Lou’s cheeks with her thumbs. “It’s been a long time. You’re looking lathy– of course, you’ve always been thin as a rail, ever since you was a girl, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lou said. She sat down next to Clay. “I don’t know if Clay said, but I had a hitch in my giddyup a while there. I’m doing a bit better, though.”
“She was deathly ill, Big Mama,” Clay said, which was what Lou had told him. She hadn’t told anyone that she had died, not even him. Not even Venus. “They had her in the hospital for half a daggone year.”
“Only four months,” Lou said. “And not the hospital hospital, not for most of it. Just the sanitarium. To rest, mostly.”
Big Mama slapped her palms down on the table, her many rings and bracelets clacking. “Let me make you up a plate, honey,” she said. She did not tolerate any of Lou’s protests.
She returned with an overloaded plate for Lou, which was partially in response to finding out that Lou had been sick, but also just the way Big Mama always was.
It’s been two weeks since I posted the epilogue, the end of the end of Pony Express….. did you read it ? did you like it ? do you want to read it ? when will you read it ? will you share it with friends or lovers ? will you bully literate lesbian influencers into reading it for me ?
