Don’t Be A Hero,” I Told Him

The Only Consent Hinge In Life Is That Everyhin Is Changing. And That's A Little Scary, But It Means That Hints Can't Be Bad Or Hard Forever.

You Don't Want Me Here, I Don't Wanna Be Here, So Why Am I Here?

He Kissed Me Desperately, Like A Drowning Man And I Was His Oxygen.

During Our Session, I Told Tove About How I'd Done Mind-speak On Duncan, But It Only Worked When I Was Irritated. Using That Logic,tove Spent Most Of The Morning Trying To Irritate Me Into Using It. Sometimes It Worked, But Most Of The Time I Just Got Pointlessly Annoyed.

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.