My family is using my pronouns!

Here’s to unexpected gender euphoria!

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I write about happy things very rarely. My emotional landscape is a Juggalo-caliber Dark Carnival of simulated demises, nourished grudges, and silica packets that are imagined to be dead rats rotting in my couch. I circle my worst memories over and over, and write about them obsessively, until no facet has gone unexplored. I put off telling hard…