i could do an update, with numbers and math, but i am moving by the smallest of inches and, blar.
trying to get a 2nd date. i am doing this thing where i want THIS and when i am presented with the chance of THIS, i want to run away.
no more. if i want to get there, i need to walk there. there is someone waiting for me, hell who wants to walk with me, and i need to get over this assery and become who i want to be.
i casted a love spell last Halloween and i am cashing it in.
i need to sit and write. not this typing on the laptop but with pen and paper and REALLY plot out what the hell i want and do this fall.
i am 103% done for the year, 75% done for the year, giving me a B+.
i got my bathroom clean, including scrubbing off The Wallflower’s lyric. i have a new lyric i want to put up but that will wait for Autumn to start to do that.
i have found my female artiest to base my witchcraft on, and it’s not Stevie Nicks.
it’s Florence and the Machine. that’s my witchcraft and i want to go full force into it.
Autumn is coming and i need to get ready. i hope to hit the Sprite Halloween this week. i need to go over my witchcraft stash and see what i need to buy and hit up the health food store.
i need to make up some pumpkin pie spice. i need to make a pie in 2 weeks.
i need to go to witchcraft in my backyard.
hello September!
the weather cooled off and it’s getting nippy at times. last night i went to the backyard and tried to feel for Autumn. i didn’t, but it’s getting there.
tomorrow is the last full moon of summer and i am doing some magic. the three of us, me, Nicole, and Colt, have been lacking in physical contact of late (like 2 years ago being the avenge) and i made a spell for it. we all deserve some action, with benefits. what’s the point of being a witch if you can’t throw some magic out there for friends and yourself?
trying to set up a 2nd date with Izzy. first time i’ve used their name here. they use all the pronouns so, just watch out on the ones that pop up around them/him/her.
i like him. that’s all i can say right now. i like him, txting him is great, he’s a delight.
and that spell is to help things along…
i need to make a list of herbs i need in my stash of witchcraft supplies. i have no garlic or chili pepper in my stash. i need to look it over hard and make a list of what i need.
last update for fucking August!
this August has not been as bad as year’s past. i don’t know what happen to me or August but, we made it.
i am remembering other Augusts. the one where i saw Guardians of the Galaxy and didn’t write for a whole month because i could not image that i would have 2 guys, TWO, sitting with my at Chili’s, one stocking my thigh, the other my arm , both of them loving me. my inner 4-year-old was beside herself.
and now i’m toying with the idea of being someone’s boyfriend.
i am done with all my September’s goals. i want to start new stuff. i want to try to get into a daily practice, get back into my witchcraft books, become a better witch.
i feel that i am becoming better is many areas, that i need to step up my witchcraftness.
i am trying to be off my phone more and stop playing computer games that don’t go anywhere.
“Bless me Mother, for I am queer.”
“Baby Gurl, you were born this way.”
“No, it’s more complicated than that.”
“Go on.”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“Try.”
“You know how there are women on the internet and how they only dated men and then started dating woman and had a whole ass epiphany?”
“Yes…”
“It has happened to me.”
“Wait, I thought you were texting a guy?”
“AMAB.”
“Do I need to open a bottle are you going to get with it?”
“Ok, so he’s listed as man/non-binary and bisexual and having gone on one date, is very queer. And I have only dated cis-het men.”
“What about bisexual Matthew?”
“I don’t think anything about him was real, including him saying he was bi.
“Anyway, the way he flirts with me, hits on my queerness like nothing before. With Colt, it’s fun to play straight because we’re not. With Him, we give off the idea of cis-het but we are not.
“You know how I like to dress as Dean Winchester in the winter months and that give me all the gender euphoria? I feel so fem when I dress butch.
“I was dressed fem for the date and he made me feel butch.”
“How was that?”
“I was surprised but I like it.”
“And today?”
“I mention I felt like I could fight a bear and that I know I can take a twink out and He said the last line was beautiful and that ‘There is definitely a bear interested in taking you on….’”
“Oh my.”
“And then there was something I said out loud.”
“What was it?”
“I said out loud that I want to be his boyfriend. It goes with the fact He uses all pronouns and I could say, ‘She’s my boyfriend.’”
“But you don’t like male pronouns and honorifics. Expect to be called Daddy.”
“Four-year-old me would be so surprised that instead of wanting a boyfriend, to want to be a boyfriend.”
“He makes you feel like a real queer.”
“I don’t like how you said it but it’s true. I feel like he sees my queerness. He sees that part that is me. He sees me like I want to see myself.”
“Nicole never made you feel queer?”
“It’s different with her. I think because she’s fem and I’m fem that we give off lesbian vibes. It’s not that I have to prove anything with her.”
“Is it because Matthew never saw you as queer but that you had all the right parts?”
“Is it because he’s a “guy” and he sees me as queer?”
“Don’t ask me questions you know the answer to.”
“Yes Mother.”
