♛Hindsight is 20/20, or so they say. The feeling is mutual, Nicki. Don’t you have a house to go haunt? Rattle your chains elsewhere.

♛Hindsight is 20/20, or so they say. The feeling is mutual, Nicki. Don’t you have a house to go haunt? Rattle your chains elsewhere.

♛ And you will forever by my loyal dark gray subject? Hmmmm? Yes, good arrangement. Don’t forget that I fell into this title, alright, it was assigned to me, I exhausted myself trying to shirk it, but it’s really easier to just accept the damned title than try to resist it. It doesn’t hurt that I look good with a crown.

♛Well thank you for the invitation… saving that for later… Willing beverages are divine offerings.
I wish I could take you with me sometime! I do prefer having an engaged audience, but despite the best planning and performance, it can get rather gruesome. You might change your opinion of me after such an excursion. I wouldn’t want that.


♛ I’m going to cry over your crying, we’re going to cause a damn flood with all these tears! Am I getting too soft in my old age? Or actually getting wiser?

Unlike you, I will actually ruin my clothes if I cry on them, I have to go change into Crying Time Clothes… Then Louis will start asking why I’m crying and it all gets very involved and emotional. And possibly physically messy.
Wait, maybe I DO want that… Can’t play that card too often or he’ll catch on to it.
♛ This is perfectly normal, do not consult your physician, I have this effect on people.

♛Take a number, avocat gris (wink wink)

♛ Are you an evildoer? Or merely un
amuse-bouche?

♛ I’m not shocked by this confession, and normally, your confessor (your religious figure, mentor, spiritual father, etc.) forgives someone’s confession with some kind of absolution. No one’s forgiveness is needed here, you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. A confession is something given from a place of guilt or shame and you should feel neither. Please don’t feel guilt or shame, forgive yourself *hugs tightly*
On a personal note, some have speculated that my mother is transgender, too. If she were to confess such, I wouldn’t be surprised. Admittedly I was shocked the first time she wanted to dress as a man, but that was a night of shocking exploration and I was somewhat emotionally drained already.
If she wanted to be called “Gabriel” and have he/his pronouns I would be more than happy to use them. Whether he physically altered himself, I would accept him, in any form, with open arms. He would probably resemble me even more than Gabrielle does now, and imitation is the highest form of flattery, is it not?
I’ve seen the transgender people step into the light in recent times, but they have always existed. You are not alone. I hope you are, or will be, comfortable in your transition and that your loved ones support you, as I would.
♛Love is scary, it can be terrifying. You can lose yourself in it, give your heart to someone who doesn’t deserve you. I’ll take the risks, I doubt I could live without love. My hunger for it supersedes everything else. Never forget to love yourself. We all deserve that much. Especially when certain objects of your affection do not return your love regardless of their inability or refusal to see how lovable you are.

♛ Ah oui, avocat gris? Confesssss.
