"This is bullshit! Where's my lawyer! Where's my phone call!"
"Typical," the cop said, "always wanting to be on your damn phone."
It was an air-conditioned, fluorescent-lighted room with a mirror, a chair, and a short folding table. Was probably in the early evening, not that there was a clock or a clue about the outside world from the interrogation room. I was seated in front of the two cops who had brought me in, one balding and seated, and the other heavy-set and standing menacingly…
This was revealed to me in dreams. I saw the sum of all Games, as it was recorded at the end of times. I saw the games, and all the glory and misery they caused. I saw wars, both metaphorical in the board and literal in the fields. I saw flame, greed and hunger taking out three-quarters of all lives, and the remaining quarter quarreled over which pieces were canon and true to the game, alluding to millennia of changes, adaptations and replication. I saw men and women fight…
For some time now, I’ve wondered about how to welcome newcomers to E2.
Not in the traditional «Go there and introduce yourself with a home baked pie» way, or sending a good /msg newbie to say we don’t bite unless asked politely and after establishing a good safeword.
More in the E2 as a roleplaying game sense. If we have XP and GP and levels and powers and spells… how to best…
My favourite transfem meme. Post a video or GIF of yourself spinning around wearing a dress and having the dress billow out beautifully around you. It's simple and joyous and it's the real, secret reason some of us transition.
I didn't care very much about my clothing in my twenties. Some of my t-shirts had fun things on them. Some of them didn't. I had boring pants and boring sweaters and overall dressed like I was…