Phylogenetic Relict

@inderus.bsky.social

Just another queer writer who happens to be on AO3 (infernalia). Possibly a cephalopod. AuDHD as the day is long to your standard blind cave fish. Flexin' on 'em by knowing how to parallel park without cameras.

Just at a specific seltzer high courtesy of THC mixed into those little bitches and am thinking really hard about my intensely researched desert dwelling mammals that I've taken traits from for Vulcans. They're all cute as shit and could kill me. Well, usually. Hate them (no).

Woke up this morning to see my two cats--who are classified as super seniors--, lounging outside my door. My door is upstairs. It requires a climb of 13 steps. Super seniors my left ass cheek.

Rolling up to the local beauty store this past weekend in a black "I Had Potential" science pun tee, black linen shorts, and a navy blue "Mystery Flesh Pit National Park" cap was probably the peak nonbinary queer behavior of all time.

If I had a nickel for every time I wrote characters being nasty on the other end of the line with the caller being unaware, I would have some number of nickels my dyscalculia-ridden ass couldn't type or say correctly the first time.

TIL or rather suspected and confirmed that my skin is too velvety in texture, which makes any kind of touchpad or phone screen a fucking nightmare when trying to use them without undue pressure. Electronic fingerprints? Forget it.