(no subject)

Too many Atlanta bands don't have the audience they deserve, damn it. Tonight it was The Bastard Suns, but we represented for the crowd in the ideal world.

(no subject)

At some point in the past, it seems like I made the decision to stop wanting things, to the point that I can't conceptualize desire in most cases, for most things, in any way save for the most conceptual. I'm not sure why I did this, but it fed in dangerously with the standard trajectory for the conventional trans narratives I anticipated stepping into. I jettisoned that prefab path some time back, but I still don't commit, still don't even know what I want, and I think I need that. I want it back, but I don't know how one does that.