Author, autist, apostate. Trans man, queer, and proud. Thrives in an environment of G-rated villainy. // An elegant, but slightly disgruntled, person drinking tea. // Internet oddity + friendly neighbourhood vampire. // Professional of pain.
about the earl:
Hi! I’m earlgraytay. You can call me Malcolm, Mal, Earl, Gray– whatever. I’m a writer, a Twitch streamer, and a proud queer. He/him pronouns, please.
You can buy my queer fic on Amazon and Smashwords– want a hopeful queer retelling of Kafka’s Metamorphosis? How about a trans lady airship captain who hunts angels and fights restrictive Victorian gender roles, or a grumpy enby veterinarian who has to heal @historieofbeafts-style goat-unicorns?
You can follow my Twitch streams on twitch.tv/earlgraytay. This post will be updated as I figure out a good stream schedule, but RN I stream on Mondays and Fridays (though I’m not very consistent).
I write fanfic sometimes - I’m on AO3 as scribblingTiresias- but it’s mostly one-shots, with a few ambitious weird longfics that are never updated.
i just wanna say that even if you have degenerative diseases, life can still get better with age. i don’t know how long i have left and i just seem to keep getting sicker, but im steadier and happier and more secure in myself than ever.
i started my 20s healthy and my 30s deathly ill and i’m much happier now. i wouldn’t even trade health for everything else i’ve gained since.
contrary to the popular misconception, health isn’t everything or even the most important thing. it’s good to have! but you can make a happy life as a sick person, in whatever time you have
Seconding this.
I was what I considered able bodied at 21 and now at 29 even though I’m losing my ability to get from bed to wheelchair and back independently, I’m still happier and live a fuller life than I did back then. My future holds a ventilator, but it also holds wheelchair hikes around national parks, trips to the ocean, seeing tide pools, tons and tons of art, new skills to learn and then forget in favor of learning even more new skills, bad choices, good choices, it still holds joy and happiness and that’s what matters to me. Not what machines I’m hooked up to or other peoples definition of “a good life.”
listen, if your theatre production is comprised of a cast of like maybe a dozen people total and the singular set is like, entirely boxes/piles of literal garbage/scaffolding that never moves and maybe some chairs and a couple of props that will be recycled 20 times over in different ways throughout the show, it slaps! it simply just is an incredible production. I think this is a law of the universe or something.
Cindy Shears used to be an ordinary girl until one day, she discovered her superpowers. However, her family were not happy about it so they took her in to be studied by Doctor Kavita Rao. She discovered a DNA variance unique to Cindy and suggested her parents leave Cindy in her care until a cure could be found. Abandoned and locked up, Cindy used her super strength to break out and become the Rhinoceress. While she does engage in some illegal work as a super villain, she also bartends and bounces at the Invisible Light nightclub.
