....You Don't Need A White Horse....
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I've been recently contemplating if I really want to spend time working on a 'RP-Secrets'... [Squints] ....secret.
Oh. And telepathically replying to responses in previous posts, letting everyone who comments know how much I care. ..Because happily fussing over each reply in my solitude is a completely rational way to handle things. And doesn't seem like sending entirely the wrong (antisocial or avoidant) message.
[Coughs]
I mean. I'm completely getting to acknowledge those three people who still tolerate me. For reasons we all cannot fathom. Seriously.
P.S. Who is going on a business trip with me next week, just to hold my hand? Or to deftly knock me out starting Wednesday at dawn- till the time we land.
Since I am a masochist .....have a deep seated loathing of...careening through the air at- many hundreds of miles per hour.
P.S.S. ....As I color my art, the characters look- more and more like drag queens. I wonder if this is where the red flag is supposed to go up, telling me "What the hell did you do now?"Besides follow the call of destiny....and my fabulous fashion sense. Which may someday lead me to a drag-show club in San-Fran. Where I will, as per cliche stereotypes, change my name to some kind of obnoxiously sweet food or a clever sexual innuendo.
I've been recently contemplating if I really want to spend time working on a 'RP-Secrets'... [Squints] ....secret.
Oh. And telepathically replying to responses in previous posts, letting everyone who comments know how much I care. ..Because happily fussing over each reply in my solitude is a completely rational way to handle things. And doesn't seem like sending entirely the wrong (antisocial or avoidant) message.
[Coughs]
I mean. I'm completely getting to acknowledge those three people who still tolerate me. For reasons we all cannot fathom. Seriously.
P.S. Who is going on a business trip with me next week, just to hold my hand? Or to deftly knock me out starting Wednesday at dawn- till the time we land.
Since I am a masochist .....have a deep seated loathing of...careening through the air at- many hundreds of miles per hour.
P.S.S. ....As I color my art, the characters look- more and more like drag queens. I wonder if this is where the red flag is supposed to go up, telling me "What the hell did you do now?"Besides follow the call of destiny....and my fabulous fashion sense. Which may someday lead me to a drag-show club in San-Fran. Where I will, as per cliche stereotypes, change my name to some kind of obnoxiously sweet food or a clever sexual innuendo.