Moth and The Flame

The night was quiet. The only sounds to be heard were that of a soft, crackling flame, and distant critters of the night. But they, too, were eventually drowned in the silence. Oleander’s eyes flickered down to the flame before them, watching as it flickered and danced in its containment.

Light danced as waves and rings in the moth’s eyes. Such a small flame would only want to grow, to burn a path, to set itself free. Yet, here it was. Trapped. Stuck. Only to remain in its small glass house. Only getting a taste of freedom when the door was open, just before it was snuffed out. Their wings flickered, opening and closing a couple times. The fire sputtered as they sighed. The sound heaved from their chest, heavy, and tired.

They slowly blinked as they turned to glance behind them. Their wings parted, spreading once more so they could look at them. It was hard to see in the dying light of a candle, but it was impossible to miss the way it shimmered over and poked through the rips in their wings. A faint shadow on the wall only confirmed the silhouette, shredded, and tattered. Tears burned their eyes, and they snapped the appendages shut.

They stared at the the flame once more. With how intense their stare was, one would think that it alone could have stoked the tiny fire once more. But, behind its glass, it remained untouched. Still trapped. And now, slowly dying. They really were one in the same, weren’t they?

Something in their expression shifted.

Oleander’s hand reached for the door on the glass, yanking it open.

Their eyes were wide as they watched the flame rejuvenate, and grow, filling the container as the fresh air breathed its soul back into it. The moth straightened out as the fire grew. They inhaled, filling their lungs for the first time in what felt like hours. Fire, contained or not, was scarily resilient. There were reasons to why so many warnings existed around it. Trapped flames only remained stuck for so long. Either they died, or they broke free.

Oleander looked up, eyes snapping to the moonlit world outside. Perhaps they weren’t so different from that flame, after all.

They only needed the right gust of wind to show up.

I've been leaning towards the word "androgyne" lately to express and identify with my male/female bigenderness. Even though the definitions of androgyne are usually "a gender that's both m & f" rather than 2 genders, I can just interpret that as "a gender IDENTITY that's both." Especially since there's historical precedent for using it in a bigender way. There's enough room in the androgyne label for both meanings, and we male/female folks (with some wiggle room in exactly how we identify as such) could use any bonding we could get.

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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

What do you mean I’m a bit late for Janus’ big day? Of course not, how could you say such a thing! I definitely didn’t forget all about it in my absence and only get reminded in the incorrect quotes video live chat; that’s not like me at all ;]

Anyways I decided to dress our sassy snake in some different outfits I think he’d like. He seems like the type to get all dolled up on his birthday and it goes with Thomas posting pics in outfits inspired by the sides on their appreciation days!

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