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Planting Life in a Dying City is a chosen-family fantasy set in an bronze age world. Including polyamory, agender societies, challenging the status quo, trauma recovery, elder characters, autistic characters, and second chances.
Now available for pre-order
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FPP3C99B
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Planting Life in a Dying City is a chosen-family fantasy set in an bronze age world. Including polyamory, agender societies, challenging the status quo, trauma recovery, elder characters, autistic characters, and second chances.
Now available for pre-order
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FPP3C99B
Other retailers: https://books2read.com/u/3JOR5E
Write 500 words and edited 1500 words of Planting Life today. It's coming along well and I'm tentatively setting the release date for mid November.
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The hearth would be the first step, Chotaikytsai decided. The hearth was the heart of the home, as well as being namesake for two of their family. It needed to be respected.
In eir mind, ey drew out a map of how the home would look. Beds for children and grandparents there, along the west wall. Near to the door in case of emergency. Parents opposite on the east wall. Storage, food, logs around the hearth covered with rugs and furs for sitting.
Woven rushes across the floor, and eventually hangings on the walls to add more color…
Yes. It would take time, but they could do it.
First, though, to move the blankets in. Proper beds would wait, get them in out of the sun immediately.
Seventeen years ago, I thought I was in a cis-hetero relationship, trying to fit into the norms everyone around me expected. I wore the gender roles others gave me and performed a script that never felt like mine.
Today, I’m a trans girl in a loving, joyful lesbian relationship. My little one is queer, and during this Pride Month, all their closest friends have come out too.
This weekend, we celebrated my little one’s birthday in Capitol Hill—Seattle’s gayest neighborhood. Pride flags were everywhere, queer people surrounded us, and I felt such a sense of safety, belonging, and celebration. In our group of eight, only two were not queer—and for that moment, I wasn’t the odd one out. I felt the joy of being part of a majority—a community that embraced me just as I am.
I am so grateful to see my little one with like-minded friends, living free of the judgment and rejection I faced when I was young.
Happy Pride, fam! Let’s celebrate who we are, together. 🌈✨
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