Madison Rye Progress

Spoiler level: inconsequential — late Qoheleth, late Toledot, mid Nevi'im

Dear, Also, The Tree That Was Felled:

There are, perhaps, two readings of this. If you mean Codrin and myself switching places, and you are wondering what it would be like for me to date an Odist as a non-Odist, I think I would find myself maddening, and I would have dropped myself years ago. It is perhaps uncomfortable to admit, but there is no small amount of self-loathing in me. I have spent my time in a relationship with another Odist — my close cross-tree instance Serene — and...well. I love her dearly, but she puts rather a fine point on all of the things that I loathe in myself, sometimes.

If, however, you mean me switching places with May Then My Name and being in a relationship with Ioan, then, my dear, you have no idea how eager I would be to corrupt that poor, innocent soul, especially as ey is now. The Ioan who became Codrin was of a very specific type, but this Ioan? The one that May Then My Name has tainted? Oh, how delicious that would be!

May Then My Name Die With Me:

Similar to Dear, I shall answer each in turn. If you mean me switching places with Ioan as ey is now, then I do not think much would change. I have absolutely ruined em for a life alone, and I think that ey would feel quite out of sorts if I were not around, just as I feel quite out of sorts when ey is not around. That said, I cannot ignore what happens when I overflow. Ey does not like it when I dissolve into tears and ask em to leave me alone for days at a time. It is a thing I dislike about myself, but am hopeless before. I think that it would hurt me far more to experience it from the other side. I think that I would...well. I think we would risk a feedback loop of tears, and there would be days afterwards when we would struggle.

If you mean me switching with Dear...well, I like Codrin plenty. I think ey is lovely in many of the same ways that Ioan is. That said, I do not think that ey is necessarily my type, especially as ey is now, having been ruined by Dear. Could I love em? Of course! I do love em. But could we be in a relationship? I do not think so.

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Hold My Name Beneath Your Tongue And Know:

If You Get Her Flowers, She Will Cry

(Jen Durbent's "10 simple rules for dating a trans girl")

Which Gives Heat And Warmth In Fire: (@hamratza)

Ray Of Light And

(Halley Labs)

Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself: (@hamratza)

Dance Unblushing

(Halley Labs)

Beholden To The Heat Of The Lamps:

If You Got A Bone To Pick With Time, We Got A Score To Settle Too

(Bent Knee's "Bone Rage")

Where It Watches The Slow Hours Progress:

Senmova Kaj Ĉiam Ŝanĝiĝema

(Madison Scott-Clary's "Numeno")

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For They, Knowing Not, Provide Life In Death:

This is perhaps cheating, as I do not think this is in any way a subversive opinion, but "Pacific Rim". It was quite high budget, but it was also overwrought, terrible, and incredibly stupid. Oldie, as they say, but goldie.

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For They, Knowing Not, Provide Life In Death:

Slab Bulkhead! Fist Rockbone! Punch Rockgroin! Stump Beefknob! Brick Hardmeat! Big McLargeHuge!