I have a penchant for loving and growing poisonous plants and collecting knives. I just, I love them so much. And an unexpected and thoroughly enjoyable perk of this? Weak cis men being weary of me. One example: Joey’s coworkers have told him they fear for his safety because of this love. 🙃

I guess they forget the fact that he had a knife custom made for me by one of their other coworkers (and often plans where to plant my “poison garden”).

^This was actually my first knife, given to me by Joey, probably 15 or more years ago.

^My newest edition.

^The knife Joey had commissioned for me by Art Comstock for an anniversary and it’s perfection.

^It also coincidentally has a little heart in the blade. 🥰

I never realized making weak cis men uncomfortable was one of my life goals but yeah, 10/10.