La Vie en Indigo

[sheabe]

I got pudding for a backbone lol tmg!

[sheabe]

You’re pushing longer distances while keeping effort steady and controlled

[sheabe]

I crave the freedom of youth. Why do I grip so tightly? My ex husband loved me dearly and I knew he would never leave me.

Now I have a partner I adore but am terrified will leave me and have better experiences with other people

And an ex I adore but don’t want to have sex with

I don’t know I’m tired but not coping well and feeling anxious

[sheabe]

What makes a man?

He who wields the plunger

[sheabe]

Quick - boil it into jam before the fruit flies lay their eggs in swarms over the bruised flesh gone past its ripeness. How do we cook it? Mash it? What is the pectin and sugar and sealing needed to make the preserves that will last through the seasons?

[sheabe]

I walked among the rows of flowering trees in prospect park on a summer day in spring. Friends and families lounged in abundance. I passed a man splayed on a park bench laying down feet up. He played happy Spanish guitar on a speaker. He held up a book with words written in verse. A book of poetry on a summer day in spring. Just as I walked beyond him I hear him snort a hock a lougie into the grass behind him. And that, my friends, is New York City.

[sheabe]

I want a partner that chooses me.

I want a partner that sees me.

I want a partner that values and is attracted to my non-binary body, fem and masc expressions alike.

I want a partner that engages with my ideas and emotions, without enabling my ruminations.

I want a partner that I feel safe having conflict with.

I want a partner who values resolutions over winning.

I want a partner who has the courage and integrity to tell me what’s really going on below. Who doesn’t lie by omission.

I want a partner that wants to make and raise a couple kids with me. Ideally in a city-country co-op family setting.

I want a partner who enjoys accompanying me in the world, who easily pivots between being by my side and mingling solo.

I want a partner who slides between top and bottom as smoothly as I do, who leans top tbh.

I want a partner to laugh with. To sing with. To run with. To dance with. To lay in the grass with while we feel the sun on our skin.

I want a partner to travel with. To adventure with. Who values meeting new people as a core joy of traveling.

I want a partner who inspires me and makes me think.

I want a partner who believes in me. Who trusts me. Who shows up for me. Who chooses me.

[sheabe]

Hey. Just wanted to say I found him. We encountered each other in the Wilds of a Covid summer and here we are six months later.

[sheabe]

They wandered content to be alone thinking fondly of past company. They wandered past strangers and gave the best advice available to them and kept moving. They took the hidden path toward the water and the steep peak. At the top they gazed at the connecting patterns of the waterways throughout the marshes. Between two twigs they caught sight of a blue heron in the reeds below. Unseen they watched it for a time, both unmoving. The stillness was a boon, unpressured to gaze for long, they kept moving along their hill.

[sheabe]

Did I forget to tell you they came again upon the crane? Descending the cliffs they trekked with their companion. Along the stones they crept the brush filled river bed. There they pointed out the heron across the waters, the person resting in the glade, stretching out its elegant neck searching for fish. They watched each other and drifted apart as the wanderer journeyed with their companion to the oculus in the cave. on the return, through the darkness the companion pointed out the heron not 12 feet away. the wanderer picked carefully across the stones the path forward in the light so close to the heron. the wanderer curious, but no longer seeking the heron for itself but for the path it was on. Again, as expected, the wanderer came upon the heron too loud with each careful footfall and came too close. The wanderer brazenly took over the pathway, accompanied by a fellow wanderer. 

[sheabe]

Racist Policy and Resistance in Rochester

YouTube channel Rochester Anti-Racism Action

[sheabe]

Tear gassed.

[sheabe]

How do you feel today?

I miss my cat.

[sheabe]

I am a dragonborn. My name is Farin. I was called Mudeater by my clutch. I was born to the clan Brikoshven. Born to a long line of bronze Dragonborn, I secrete acts through glands between my scales. My breath weapon is 5 by 30ft line (dexterity save). Raised in backwater farm states torn apart by constant resource warfare and relies goood clashes. My family burned when I went into a battle rage trying to save them. Now I seek my only remaining family member, my twin, who was cast out for being cursed. though I don’t know where they are, all I have is their name: Verochka. I am on the road, for hire, just trying to survive and find my twin. My skills are athletics and nature. My rage originates with the Beast due to the spell of a shapeshifting druid. How was my twin cursed? Well, spoiler alert, they were stolen in the dark of night by the Druid’s evil rival. The Druid made up the story of the curse to protect them.

On the topic of D&D as therapy.

The prodigal daughter/son. On being angry. On being lost. On trying to find yourself and be found.

[sheabe]

Fuck boy energy: make sure the head isn’t too good so they don’t start texting you nonstop

[sheabe]

And so they came to the place of bridges and each waterway drew out miriad depths before them. And there they prayed salt that the current would take them and they would learn to swim.

[sheabe]

A fib

Irregularly irregular

A small lie

A flutter

Regularly irregular

To pulse rapidly

Serf/surf

[sheabe]

Prompts

Lucid dreaming prep

Outfits

Dreams and visualizations