everyone hates me for my long, gnarled fingers. they say to me 'your grippers creep me the fuck out, the way that they lithely twist and turn like tree roots or maybe a fossilized snake'. Which is doubly fucked up since theyre my favorite part of myself! I love tracing each finger, delighting in the garden-path it takes through space, but no one else understands. its gotten so bad that i actually had a girl walk out of our date last night after i took my shaping gloves off. Its getting to the point that im afraid no one will ever love my amazing circuitous digits














