An old shaman smoking on the porch, calling the blues down from the Siskiyous, and the Pineapple Express up through the Two Rock gap.

He/Him or She/Her depending on what tickles your fancy and mine at the time (but also respond to the more accurate its/it - always a delicious experience). I’ve been both depending on the particular circumstances of whichever consensual reality I’m participating in, and see no reason to choose.

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