docholligay:

docholligay:

Hey, remember that all my profits from the Patreon this month are going to the Rainbow Railroad! 

10% of my income always goes to charity anyhow, but for this month, I decided to donate the whole lot. The Rainbow Railroad assists in getting LGBT folks out of dangerous and oppressive countries for them. I kind of feel like it’s the least I can do. 

BUT ALSO YOU GET TANGIBLE BENEFITS

Tonight, Xsplit allowing, will be the Bioshock Infinite Livestream! 

And here’s a sample of some of the writing that’s going to be released on the Patreon this month! Did anyone particularly take to centaur Haruka? You’ll be in luck!

“Were you raised by your mare line or your stallion’s? Or the fish version of that.” Haruka added quickly, and then considered, wondering if calling it the fish version was somehow insulting. She had a knack for talking before she thought, no one in Haflinger would deny that. 

Michiru, however, did not seem to notice the impropriety of the question, simply its content. “Whatever do you mean?”

 “Did you live with your father and his husband, or your mother and her wife?” Haruka looked at her, trying not to be too brash as she asked what she thought was a very simple question of someone you had only recently met. Maybe mermaids called it something else. Like calling themselves sirens. 

“Well, my parents are married to each other, of course.” Michiru shook her head. 

Haruka reeled back  for a moment, her brows jumping in surprise, “What, really?” she remembered herself, and immediately sought to cover, “I mean, my best friend likes guys too, I’m not saying it’s bad, she might marry a guy someday too, and I’d totally go to the yoking. It’s really cool that you were raised unmatched.” She nodded aggressively, hoping MIchiru didn’t think her ashamed or unaccepting of unmatched couples–it was just odd, was all. 

“That’s quite typical of sirens, Haruka.” She looked at Haruka as if she was a very small and unknowing colt. 

Haruka studied her for a moment, wondering if Michiru was joking with her, and then resolving that she must not be, that this really was a thin sirens did, regularly. 

Things were strange in the deep, Haruka thought. 

She leaned forward toward the pool, trying to seem casual.  “I never knew there were places where it was normal for men and women to marry. I mean, centaurs DO, we’re not bigots it’s just…not…..normal.” She made a weak hand-waving gesture, feeling she had failed her attempt at worldliness. “You know.” 

Michiru laughed, high and silver like the trickle of a stream. “Perhaps I am more centaur than siren.”

CHANGE OF SCHEDULE the sponsor of the Vampir musical has a “party” for people she “loves” so we’ll be moving that to Sunday and Bioshock INfinite to tomorrow (which will let me get everything fixed tonight–new computer)