Liv Writes Words Again

    I just enjoy gay things sometimes. Sometimes its queer and its unabashed in being so. And that makes me happy and it's enough. And with the late feeling that its currently hard to be without it being a bad thing, sometimes that’s what it takes to value something existing.   Hazbin Hotel's about redeeming the most lost, the traditional 'Sinners' of the ideas of classic Christian faith. But it's also about the Princess of Hell, the daughter of the fallen angel Lucifer, Charlie Morningstar. She's optimistic and awkward and loves her girlfriend Vaggie and is made fun of by nearly everyone she's trying to help and it’s a mood. I'm tired writing this but Hazbin itself can be weary sometimes; it’s a product of a story that whether for good or bad represents 'Sin' and 'Sinners' as its most decedant and the issues facing the judgement of what constitutes that. Sure, cannibalism, absolute check. TV? Potentially as a euphemism for th...

  I am sitting with three of the people who I love the most in the world after a depressive dip has sent my evening down a slightly tumbly spiral. I'm out of it from a series of days that have left my sleep in shambles and myself unable to function. One year has given way to the next and I feel, consequently, that I am struggling as much as I did before. It feels to a degree a little hopeless, in a headspace and spot in time where I'm unsure if I can do anything or contribute value. And then, myself and my spouse are letting out a yelp as my wife spirals down the inside of a volcano with a brief 'oop' as our chances of finishing what we're doing now hang on a knife edge. My spouse dashes up rockface and I chug a lollipop, lose my mind and climb upward as if I am King Kong scaling the Empire State. I have a sugar crash, fall into the embrace of rock and have a nap. My spouse worries for me as the ghosts of my wife, who helped us get here and has gone to work ...