First of all, THANK YOU. We funded in FOURTY-TWO MINUTES, and since then it’s been a wild ride upward, past every goal we’ve set until we’ve been stretching and reaching for this very last one.
We currently have eighteen different pins available. Eighteen varieties, eighteen different flags, and that’s because of you.
We are currently donating over two dozen pins to The Attic in Philadelphia, a youth center which helped us an awful lot when @mistresskabooms first came out. I’m really, really excited to be able to give these to other kids so they can have their own symbols of Pride, and I expect that number to go up since several backers have asked about being able to add pins to be donated through BackerKit once the Kickstarter closes.
What if the first people to disparage “processed” food that “comes out of a machine” with “artificial chemicals” were secretly just ancient evil fae and like they can’t eat anything that touched steel or was tainted by human invention or something so they’re just trying to sabotage the world of men and return Earth to the seelie court I’m on to you little shits
Next hip diet trend:
“Food that has never crossed running water. HSSSSSSSSSS!!!!”
back-to-basics detox diet: you can only drink bowls of milk set outside by kindly peasants.
Three of the four elements are represented in types of hockey; Air hockey (air), field hockey (earth), ice hockey (water). Fire hockey needs to be a thing.
fire hockey 100% does not need to be a thing
Yes. Yes it does.
Fire hockey already exists. Welcome to pelota purépecha, or Mayan Fireball hockey.
“Bisexuals don’t exist,” I tell myself as I slip between the molecular bonds of the steel bulkhead and appear in the room beyond.
They said I wasn’t real, that my feelings were just the confusion of a gay man waiting like a crysalid to burst into fabulous flight.
Jokes on them. Their false binary thinking now lets me rob banks and watch movies for free.
I stuff my backpack full of fresh new twenties and march right out of the vault and into the lobby.
“I contain within myself the capacity to love and find attraction in both men and women,” I inform them all. They question my feelings, my thought, and my attractions. But none think to question the duffel bag over my shoulder.
I back through the door as one of the tellers regales her customer with the story of that lying bitch from college that test drove her heart.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade they say.
When life gives you invisibilty, rob banks. That’s what I say.
A GUIDE FOR YOUNG LADIES ENTERING THE SERVICE OF THE FAIRIES, by Rosamund Hodge
I.
This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.
II.
Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?
(The difference is less and more than you might think.)
Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.
III.
Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.
It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.
IV.
Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.
You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.
I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.
V.
Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.
Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.
In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.
VI.
You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.
If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.
Now I’m not saying things have improved a *lot* since 5 years ago, but at least when I woke up this morning I did not hear the atonal piping of a blind and squamous beast.
