Review: Fly By Night
Dani has this peculiar ability to paint vibrant and morbid canvases with their words, then has the fucking gall to leave me feeling hopeful
Dani has this peculiar ability to paint vibrant and morbid canvases with their words, then has the fucking gall to leave me feeling hopeful
Note to self: don't soft announce a silly pride project, a poetry project, AND let the Steam Next Fest consume your brain all at once.
The Mermaid from Frigid Harbor scratches my Dresden Files itch; replacing the chauvinism with lesbians, an adhd monsterfuckee, and a dapper sea otter.
In other words, it was made for me.
Jade Evergreen and the Perils of Polybius is a fun, hopeful love letter to the girlhood denied many trans women. It's $2. Get it or risk being hit by a van.
A journalist’s life has been threatened for 51 days straight for the “crime” of reporting on a fascist as well as the creeping air of queerphobic rot seeping into a multi-million dollar industry she covers.
It’s being treated as “drama”
it doesn't take much
it wants to be yours
it just needs to be shown how
Be clear with your mutt
it's rewards for good behavior
it's punishments for misbehavior
it wants to be owned
it wants to be a good puppy for you
it merely needs to be shown how
Words are hard for a mutt
She needs to learn how to show you her love
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