Thorn Wilde

Thanks Parker. I appreciate it. It was something I really needed to write.

Hi, everyone! Went to the optician today. I will have a new pair of glasses that don't make me look like a gigantic dork in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, these cheap ones (that sadly give me a headache) will have to do. Hope you're all well today!

Time for shower, then bed. Night, DiC!

Very moving. Beautiful. Don't know what else to say.

Looking at this poem now I would probably have written it differently today. Thanks for all your lovely comments!

I know what you mean about offering to buy them a meal. I've done that, too. At the same time, I feel like there's a certain arrogance in me deciding what they need for them. Whatever it is they need the money for, they should be able to spend it as they see fit. And buying clean needles is better than shooting up with used ones. It's a huge, difficult topic, though. Thanks for commenting and sharing your thoughts.

It's always difficult when a relationship ends, no matter on which end of the ending you are. I'm glad you enjoyed my poem. Thank you for reading it.

Thank you for reading them. I appreciate all your comments.

Thank you. I'm finding my way, though land's still a ways away.

Thank you! That's a great analysis. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.

Thank you, Tim.

Hey, everyone! Home from D&D after a looooong day. Guess which idiot forgot his glasses somewhere in town today? I was wearing my prescription sunglasses. Got to D&D and found that the regular ones were nowhere to be found. Got one of the players to stop by this cheap store where they sell reading glasses and get me a pair of roughly the correct prescription so I didn't have to wear sunglasses all night. They had only one pair in -1.50. This is that pair: I have never looked more nerdy in my life.

Thanks, @droughtquake. It's good to know that people care.

Morning, DiC! I have managed to be up by eleven. Meeting a friend who's in town in about an hour. Haven't seen her in ages, so looking forward to it. It's a nice and sunny day out, too. Hope you all have a good day! And, lol! So much fun to read people's reactions to Silverwolf! I knew it would be a hit.

Assholes. Like molly, glad you've got the transcripts. Gonna get some sleep now. Night, everyone!

It is so entirely my pleasure.

here i stand naked everything laid bare each word on my tongue my truth here i stand weeping asking to be seen each moment questioning myself here i stand afraid terrified of myself wondering if everything is a lie here i stand ashamed my body on display chest wide open so you can see my heart here i stand visible my voice like thunder shouting out that i am valid i am here

Hah! Knew people would like it.

Hey, all. I spent my evening killing nazis. Getting into bed now, though not gonna sleep just yet. Got some things to do. How are you all doing?

I wanted to write something for trans day of visibility. Couldn’t quite figure out what to write. Maybe cause I can’t quite figure out what I am. I keep going back and forth between this joy at being able to be myself and this fear that this isn’t me at all. That I’m making it up. Hardcore impostor syndrome. I don’t have that story. I wasn’t a tomboy growing up. I was a girly girl who liked playing with dolls and dressing up like a princess. I don’t have body dysmorphia. I didn’t always feel like I wasn’t really a girl. Can’t recall ever even thinking about it growing up, one way or the other. Every time I claim this label, every time I call myself trans, in my head or out loud to somebody else, I’m scared that I don’t really have the right to claim it. That I’m playing pretend and I’ve just managed to convince myself that it’s real. That I’m stealing it away from someone else. I’m scared that it’s just a phase, and if it is, I’m scared that that is harmful and detrimental to everyone else in the trans community. I’m terrified. And writing this, I feel like I’m about to cry. Is it like people said about me when I started calling myself genderqueer? Is it just that I want to be special? Is it some kind of narcissism, or do I just want to be part of things? And what am I really doing, anyway? Wearing a binder and trying to dress like a boy every day while knowing that I could never pass without transitioning medically, which I don’t want to do, or don’t know if I want to do. Am I a boy or do I just wish I were a boy? And is there a difference? I dunno, this turned into a mess. I’m a mess. But even though I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing or what the fuck I am, I needed to write it anyway. If you made it this far, then thanks. I love you. This community, right here, is my rock.

I just found out that there's a new Wolfenstein game coming out this summer, in which you get to play Blazkowicz's teenage daughters. So that made my day, and now I feel like I have to go play one of the previous games. I'm not normally a fan of super violent shooters, but... nazis. *shrug* See you all later! Happy Sunday!

So, I've been loving the new Wolfenstein games, New Order and New Colossus, but the new one that's coming out this summer, Youngblood, looks particularly awesome. This time you play as one (or both?) of Blazkowicz's teenage daughters, gone to Paris to find and hopefully rescue their father, who's vanished. The trailer looks amazing! Contains violence and strong language, so I'm putting it in a spoiler tag just in case. The gameplay of the two that are already out is awesome, and they're almost stupidly good-looking games, graphics-wise. I can't wait for this third one.

I dunno, I liked your word.

Morning, Reader! How are you, aside from the weather?

Cocktease.