At 2 this morning I was laying awake, wracked with period cramps. Sleep refused me so I opened BlueSky, foolishly hoping for a distraction or a book recommendation, when I instead saw a post about an “Economic Blackout” tomorrow. Two minutes of googling confirmed my worst suspicions
Fuck, I love being a trans woman on the internet in Musk's America.
Have you ever heard of the Lemkin Institute for Genocide Prevention? Were I a gambling woman, I'd bet you either haven't or you've seen a post about one of their alerts and went, "...yeah of course that's a genocide."
oh night divined, oh night defiled
"glory" to the new born king
the fire is slowly dying, but my dear, we're not goodbyeing
let it snow, let this season be merry and light
We know they won't give us peace tomorrow
Humans. Once you have humans there really is no getting rid of them.
I don't think individuals ever really "get" how to interact with hiveminds, at least not tactically. I think it's something about how they perceive the connection between the bodies.
I have a couple of Christmas/Holiday related poems to work my way through, but I still feel like I should share them. Even if it is a bit late. Plus I enjoy it more than thinking about the actual upcoming holiday.
Eggfic. What a word, a terrible one, I’m inexplicably biased against portmanteaus. But it's certainly clear in what it means. I like the idea of eggfics existing, I mean I just wrote a rather gushing review for The Dragon and Her Princess, which in itself inspired me to write this piece.
It is a truth universally acknowledged (by trannies) that a newly hatched trans girl will be in need of some fucking affirmations.
When one's gender progression involves becoming what they were denied for so long, the most common step is, unfortunately, to jump right into the shape society has shown them women ideally occupy. Rather than parsing out what shape works best for the individual girl.
I came away from the experience refreshed, reinvigorated to interact with, for lack of a better word in the moment, good media. Media that is saying something, even if that something is as simple as monarchs are bad and dragons are cool.
That's not all there is to Vyria Durav's The Dragon and Her Princess, though those elements are certainly present. It's a short enough story that I do fear my overly verbose style will drive me to spoil it, so let me attempt brevity.