Motes + My + Beholden: >:3
Slow Hours + Dry Grass + True Name: "Oh, god damnit..."
What Right Have I: *already hiding under a table*
Rye: *typing noises*

Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.
Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.
Current hyperfixation: SS14
Icon by Mot, header by @cupsofjade
Motes + My + Beholden: >:3
Slow Hours + Dry Grass + True Name: "Oh, god damnit..."
What Right Have I: *already hiding under a table*
Rye: *typing noises*
Hold My Name and Dry Grass is just your weird trans aunt who works "in security" but only ever winks when you ask what that means.
The greatest joy is to work to make oneself complete, to find ways to become more of who you are. There is that quip "God made wheat but not bread, grapes but not wine", and that is where the joy lies.
There is an aspect of wish-fulfillment in my very existence, is there not? There is a part of me that simply craves being competent and good at what I do, even if that is simply existing in the world. Yes, Rye writes and Slow Hours feels, Dry Grass knows tech and Beholden revels, but I move smoothly through life.