luciole (he/him)

Doesn’t know the lyrics. Just goes meow meow meow.

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Cake day: June 6th, 2023

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  • Ah, good question sir. I’d go for stinky as this seems to me the default butt state, as one goes through the hours of an active day rich in butt crack sweat. On the other hand, a sticky butt sounds absolutely unbearable. Think of the hair! No way. I don’t care if it makes my buns smell like cinnamon.





  • This is a nice graph for debunking the idea that biology offers a sort of refuge for the proponents of a strict binary sexual framework. Let it be known that once in a while some people born with penises are XX while some people born with vulvas are XY, and that this is just the tip of the iceberg. Maleness and femaleness might be fact as poles of a spectrum (might be more complicated); what they are NOT is an either/or mutually exclusive phenomenon. The distribution of the population on that supposed spectrum probably look like an inverted bell curve, with most persons closer to either end… but to be honest I suspect the curve is not as pronounced as we are led to think.

    Personally speaking I’m forty something and by now I’m convinced I’m not 100% pure male stuff. I don’t give a shit if it’s biological or social. I feel it in a myriad of ways. I’m comfortable enough in the way I’m treated and perceived though so I let sleeping dogs lie and ride the male label. I’m hairy, I have a dick, I don’t want trouble. So this totally unscientific, but I swear sometimes I recognize this same ambiguous essence in someone else; there’s a faint feeling of kinship. I’m willing to bet the silent majority has plenty of folks who wouldn’t have minded being a wee bit further from the poles if others didn’t make such a fucking fuss about it.




  • Kids rule indeed. Here Brayndennd, 9, could have wailed his despair at being forced to march for hours through the bleak landscape of the hypermarket. Instead he improvised a live arts performance.

    Acutely aware of the material prison that is the modern North American suburb, the artist has choreographed a striking analogy of his longing for freedom with make do props found in his immediate surroundings. As the character he so strikingly plays attempts to release his soul from his mortal shell with the use of a toilet plunger, Brayndennd offers a strong social commentary on modern urbanism with metaphysical ramifications and ultimately leaves us pondering.