At long last, after sifting through the piles and getting tangled in cobwebs during the trial-runs, I have decided on the shining nugget that is to be my name: Phineas. Certainly an older name, but it feels right and even gives me glee in certain moments. You can call me Phin for short, if you’d like.
Autistic, Trans, Gay, What Else You Got?
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