In Avatar the Last Airbender, Momo is comfirmed gay and transgender.

The hard hitting truth they don't want you to know.

Maybe you have noticed, maybe you haven’t, that every Tuesday for the last four or five weeks, at precisely 8 o’clock in the A.M. eastern time, there’s been a new post from me. Some were rehashes, some were re-edit, some were reviews. But still, a new post. I have to say, I think you have noticed because, well, more people are reading my words than ever, and to me, the one who was running an experiment the entire time to see if my written word could gain traction and eyes beyond me just spamming advertisements (because I want to write, damn it, I love words!), I think that’s just neato. Sorry for using “neato.” That’s just how happy I am right now.

I’ve spent the last three weeks moving states! Everyone say “yippee” in the chat. Chat, come on. Please? Please say “yippee” for me?

But yes, I’ve spent the last three weeks moving states, away from Ohio and back to Chicago, IL, the love of my life (sorry Handsome). I did this for two very important reasons:

1. The Ohio legislature has been passing some egregious anti-trans bills and generally moving red since long before I moved there two years ago, and my partners, both of whom have lived there for longer that I, wanted to get away. Illinois (and Chicago specifically) has made it clear that they stand with trans folks and I love the city, I consider it home. I enjoyed being in Ohio. I made some of the greatest connections of my adult life. It was the first state I got to be out as a woman in. I fell in love. I cried. I got a cat! I loved being part of the community and helped with organization and events. But ultimately it’s not my state, y’know? I grew up in Illinois. I’ve lived here 99% of my life. Not always in Chicago, but here. And I want to get back into this community I know.

2. For the two years I lived in Ohio, about a year and a half of it was a living hell created by my roommate. I hold full responsibility. Like, I made the choice to move there. It is, in the end, my fault that I was in that situation and that I was made to feel that way. But it was not good, I regret it, and I wish it never happened. I could have been smarter about my decisions. I shouldn’t have trusted so easily, or I should have been open to not-trusting more. I plan on writing about it at some point because I just need to process it.

The move itself has been both wonderful and the worst experience of my life lmao. Not really though (not even close if I’m honest). It’s just stressful to move. The packing, the shedding things you simply don’t want to carry, the damage to stuff that happens because you are not really someone who is good at driving a big fucking truck across Ohio and Indiana, the unloading (which happened late into the night because it was just us three girls, and we were already dead tired), the bugs which we weren’t aware of until we were in the apartment, the arguments with a new landlord about said bugs, the week of not being able to get groceries because of said bugs, the week of spending way too much money to replace the things that were broken and make sure everyone in the house had what they needed, the TWO weeks of waiting for our other partner to make the trip from Ohio after her last two weeks at work were up, the joy of that reunion, the coziness of sleeping in a bed that’s too small for all three of us, the beauty of waking up and making coffee for them, the new traditions being made, like going to the grocery store together for dinner supplies and cooking together while someone plays music or a video game in the connected living room, the peacefulness of this moment right now, as I sit listening to the Soul Cemetery soundtrack to make sure it’s ready for printing while my girl friend sits cattywampus from me playing her new soulvania game (metroidvania soulslike).

We’re getting settled in now and I’m getting back to work. I have a lot of non-fiction writing I want to do and have been in the midst of since before the move. Big essays, or at least important ones to me. There will be a new piece of writing every Tuesday at 8 o’clock in the A.M. central time from here on out. They won’t all be groundbreaking works of literature or scathing critiques of the TTRPG industry, but they’ll be *something* and the majority of them actually will be those groundbreaking things. Just wait till I start talking about my new baking obsession, like, omg, you’re gonna love it.

Until then, here is what I’m working on currently:

• Soul Cememtery funded and is heading to print!

• Armour Astir shipped and will be fulfilled soon!

• Waiting on .dungeon art <3

• In the editing/finalizing stage for the completed Songbirds pdf

• Working on more mecha game stuff, thinking it might just be songbirds? Idk. It was supposed to be a hack but lemme cook, okay?

• Trying to be part of Jams, both the manifesto jam and the faggot games jam.

And here’s some things I wanna share:

• https://dosogy.itch.io/mroi - a cool LSD Dream Emulator/Yume Nikki inspired game that I think does everything right.

• https://aprilghost.net/blog/hypertext-outlaw/ - A great article that I’m reading through righ now that’s about The Internet.

• https://thursday-garreau.itch.io/truthseeker - AN EXPANSION TO THE BEST SCI-FI GAME OUT THERE

• https://audio.mcsweeneys.net/transcripts/against_access.html - An amazing essay by a deafblind poet about the pro-tactile language.

Until next time,

Snow~