Love, won't you take my hand into your own
And sit me down upon your bended knee?
Please whisper in my ears with soothing tone
And spin a tale of trans girls living free
A tale of women burning down the towers
Women masters of the highest arts
A fairytale to while away the hours
Sacred girls who know their secret hearts
And let me lose myself completely
For such stories are a precious rarity
Then kiss good-night and gently shut the door
And let me dream without austerity
For this would be my true love's greatest gift
To let me think that such worlds could exist

@lambdagrrl

I like the way you think.

I was doing a little fantasy-planning along those lines as we were leaving Asheville.

@woozle oh?

@lambdagrrl We were driving up the on-ramp to the Blue Ridge Parkway to get from Warren Wilson to the place where we ritually eat lunch (see earlier toot), and there was this big ol' house just off the ramp...

...and then later I was remembering that, and thinking about my secret plan to reclaim a tiny slice of the economy (because that's really all it would take to have command of quite vast riches) in the name of compassion and friendship, and...

@lambdagrrl ...how a chunk of the money would go into building a network of refuge-houses all over where kind people would be welcome to visit or live as necessary, and whenever there was someone on Mastodon needing a place to stay, someone from the network could talk to them and work out which of our houses that had available space would be best for them to go to, and send them a bus ticket or whatever, as necessary... and find them a niche, if they needed one...