The view from an airplane window at night, showing the plane's wing in the foreground and the flat landscape of a lighted city extending into the distance.
Goodbye to the vast glittering plain that is Phoenix!
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Oh man, I've lived in Seattle for six years and haven't reached that echelon. Best I've done is taking my polycule and parents to a play about Mormon lesbians, or maybe wearing flannel to a Kraken game
Why yes, I am bisexual. I am aroused by both (1) "period-typical homophobia" warning tags on fanfiction and (2) that moment in Frozen when you find out Hans is the bad guy
Ooh, especially envious of Depeche Mode
Introduce yourself as 5 concerts you’ve been to:
They Might Be Giants
Dragonforce
Simon & Garfunkel
Open Mike Eagle
Nine Inch Nails 😈
... yeah, that's pretty much my personality
Interesting! When someone mentions that he's white in an inquiry, my interpretation is that he's implying *I* care about his race for some reason (e.g., that I'm racist). Which is ... not exactly endearing, either.
AND he's offering his friend nachos.
A nude woman with white fabric draped over her legs, holding a bunch of purple grapes to obscure her face, on a red background.
Hello there, Phoenix. Are you ready to indulge?
I'm settled in and still have a few openings in my dance card now through Tuesday afternoon.
Adding it to my Goodreads list!
In the foreground, Robin gazes at a granite slab labeled "History of Humanity" and engraved with a John Donne poem on its shortest face and with historical information on its longer sides. In the background stands a small chapel with blue doors on a mound of reddish earth, against a blue sky.
Robin points at another granite plaque engraved with images of small mammals, including a stoat and an ermine.
These may not be the sexiest photos of me ever, but I think "sentimentality about humanity" and "hey guys, there's an ermine!" provide key information about my personality
The Gifted Child ™️ to Sex Worker pool is a fascinating phenomenon to observe 🧠
Haha, yes, came to say this. Maybe that along with the desire for autonomy and pursuit of a vision
Fuck, accurate. What's the closest you've gotten?
"Laid-back." Zero informational value, except to indicate that the writer is unimaginative. Would anyone willingly describe himself as uptight? (Actually, if someone did, I'd probably find him more attractive)
DESERT IS HAPPENING
(this is all thrilling and exotic to me, hailing from cool and forested climates)
Taking a few days to explore AZ with my friends, and then, PHX, I'm all yours 3/1-3/3. And yes, of course I brought my stockings.
🥵
Yesssss
*entire city of Seattle pumps fist*
One of my favorite museums. But I'm partial to the rooms and rooms of taxidermy.
Yes, this is genius, stealing this idea
Looks amazing. If I can't twist someone's arm into going with me, I will absolutely dine there solo like a big unapologetic dork
Oh gosh, I forgot to include the all-important request for restaurant recommendations. What should I eat in Phoenix?
Eve and I were just chatting about this. ;) My March and April are already pretty busy, but May or June would work ....
Coincidentally, I JUST took this photo and thought, "If I'd known this is what 38 would look like, I wouldn't have been so worried about aging."
(Cheek unblurred to show off my skin ... but I'm pixelizing my hair 'cause it's kind of distinctive.)
Robin leans on a vintage trailer in a southwestern environment with dry grasses and scrubby trees. She is wearing a sports bra and jeans, and she has her right hand in her hair and her left thumb through her belt loop. Her face and hair are blurred by pixelation.
One week until my first-ever visit to Phoenix (3/1-3/3)!
Any hotel recommendations? Any cool providers I should meet?
(Pictured: The only other time I've passed through Arizona. You can look forward to some more photos of "Robin leaning on stuff in the desert.")
However, if it just needs to be some of our current molecules, then ... we are all plastic bags.
(1) your mother was born with all of her ova, including the one that became you, and (2) plastic bags haven't been around long enough for them to biodegrade, be incorporated into foodstuffs, and be digested by your pregnant grandmother so that the bag-molecules could become your embryonic mom's ova
I approve of this line of thinking
I think it depends upon what proportion of your molecules count as "you," and whether they need to be specific molecules to count. If you need to have been a plastic bag since birth, that seems implausible, since ...
P.S. We definitely offer duos
I would please like a sticker that says "I got slapped by @loreleirivers.bsky.social at the orgy"
(Apparently all I needed to do was ask nicely)
