Tuesday, November 17th, 1998

Dust

Post published:Tuesday, November 17th, 1998
Reading time:1 mins read

It snowed today… and I walked outside, allowing the cool wind to dust my face and hair, extending my arms outward to the precipitory bellow, a grin plastered across my maw.

azurelore korrigan (she/they)
Never Not Queer
The Face Underneath
Rolling Gender
Ten Thousand Siblings
Mirror Mood
Oh FFS
Girl Now
A New Introduction
A Visible Girl
A Cultural Divide
Time and Space
Diagnostic Culture
Hook and Eye
Inner Voice 1
Inner Voice 2
Things I Like About My Body: March 2021
Muddle Bubble
Start of the Breakdown
The Intersectionality of Me
Hickory Dickory Dock
Function and Role
All and Nothing
A Critical Eye
Guard and Regard
Disentanglement
The Wrong Kind of Right
Self Improvement
Catalytic Agency
Determination
A Different Era
Growth Cycles
Late Sleeper
Making it Up
Mass Migration
Feminine Phase
Pivot Points
The Newest of Normals
The Potential to Jazz
Ginger Snap
The Tools to Tell
The Root of Happiness

A neurodiverse queer writer and artist, focusing on lost ideas, preservation, communication, and the interconnectedness of all things.

This is my personal space, full of partial and cross-posted thoughts, so it may not reflect an ideal of rigorousness in style and detail.

Nevertheless, I am open to commission.

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