“Becky Blaine?” She trembles as she speaks, barely audible over the drunken yells and thunderous music. The party is chaotic. It always is, every night I visit it. Not to worry, we’ll get away from here soon enough. I can see her nerves tangle and twist in the depths of her tummy. Her mind fightingContinue reading ““Mayflies in Nirvana””
Pop culture musings from the perspective of an autistic, queer, trans woman with a love of all things sci-fi.
Oblivious Insomniac 