i am duckie, sometimes called caolan. i am 19. i am a georgetown uni student, and will hopefully remain so for the next 4 years. i am a poshingtonian. i am genderfluid. i prefer the pronouns "they," "them," "their," etc. i am pansexual, though also gray-asexual. i am an aspiring music douche and, ultimately, music therapist. i am a sex educator (which sometimes makes this blog NSFW). i am not particularly healthy in the head. i am an asshole. i am sorry. i am a social justice blogger. i am not sorry. i am genderfunkadelic. most importantly, i am a sexy lumberjack.
if you see an apparently able-bodied person taking the elevator instead of the stairs, DO NOT QUESTION THEM.
i just got back from a pride club event and at least 1/3 of my floormates were there. it’s gonna be a good year.
it is 2014. there are no excuses left. (via callmeoutis)
Developers and writers alike want games about more things, and games by more people. We want — and we are getting, and will keep getting — tragicomedy, vignette, musicals, dream worlds, family tales, ethnographies, abstract art. We will get this, because we’re creating culture now. We are refusing to let anyone feel prohibited from participating.
“Gamer” isn’t just a dated demographic label that most people increasingly prefer not to use. Gamers are over. That’s why they’re so mad.
when i find myself in times of trouble
america chavez comes to me
speaking words of wisdom