This Poem Is About Being Nonbinary.

this poem is about being nonbinary.

What's your take on Odysseus's trauma and recovery back in Ithaca?

*looks at all the comics I made*

Lol but really, I realistically expect it to be severely rocky. He’ll have good days, mostly bad days, but what keeps him grounded is of course his family, you know?

But imagine losing your entire fleet under your command...

...only to come back to an entire population of thousands of people, expecting that you will lead them.

What if he fails again?

i seriously cannot comprehend the sex drive that makes one exclusively horny for captain america looking movie hunks or the victorias secret angel archetype of tall underweight women with generically pretty faces in bikinis. that shit is like carbon monoxide or infrasonic noise to my libido like my sexual senses cant even clock it

My brother: "Hey can I look through your music really quick"

Me: "Sure"

...

B: "Why do you have a playlist just called 'MICHAEL'?"

Me: "Oh uh-"

B: "There's no songs in it???"

Me: "Yeah don't worry about that"

B: "Why do you have an empty playlist called 'Michael'????"

Me: "Oh, y'know... doesn't everyone"

B: "Who's Michael???????"

Me: "He's not a who, he's a what"

I'm obsessed with the fact that Helen, Penelope and Clytembestra grew together ok

also bonus so you know which one is Penelope

and now I stop this post is very long

Am I aroace: Yes

Am I a lesbian: Also yes

Are all my fictional crushes nonhuman men???: For some reason also, yes??

Do I need help: Probably?