I often feel forged to fight in a different war, one designed only to hurt me Putting down the weapons, pulling the nails that hold the armor in place is so very hard I have to learn to live without their weight and sharp edges, but the sudden vulnerabilities, the blushes and stammers disorient

I am adulting this morning and really really don’t want to

I hate to do this but with how awful this month has been, I’m more stretched thin than usual and miscalculated again. I need help with rent and paying my phone bill. Every little bit helps. I’m so sorry. ko-fi.com/violetwren428

"I'm evolving a grand unified theory of culture: a culture is healthiest when most of its favorite stories are either A) brand new or B) controlled by no one." My latest newsletter! buttondown.com/charliejane/...

Of course, as a witch, everything literalises I wake to broken glass and an old family picture cascaded across the floor If I was another type of witch I would think hauntings and omens, instead I briskly clean needle shards not thinking of how nicely they would slide across skin and sigh

I am the queen of redemptive readings; in texts and media, in the cards, in my desperate love of this place and all the people I will change your life, set it spinning in a different orbit, nudge it from one path to another What happens if I turn that dreadful gaze on myself?

Just finished One of the Boys by @dirtbagqueer.rocks and love the daring it has in throwing a trans and queer narrative right into the heart of American High School football That just rocks

The last of boy shirts barely on display - does this count as boymoding? The bra ended up in my handbag for the walk of shame (not ashamed!)

Happy new piercing day to meeeeee! Unrelated: holy shit does tucking my hair behind my ear hurt all of a sudden.

debuting at TCAF - forest witch!! a 30+ page zine full of original comics + a interactive mix tape portion :)!!

If I shared the terrible thing, I did, and wasn’t rejected this time, I wasn’t, does that mine I can own the terrible things and kintsugi across the scars and disabilities and cracks? Could I accept what people say about me? not casually deflect and deny reflexively? Place your hand in my wounds?

Watching Send Help (which shows us Raimi hasn’t forgotten his roots in turning Tex Avery cartoons into horrible reality) and I have a terrible feeling some people watched this as the horror movie of what if a woman were competent?

So many things on the to do list

The greatest thing about living alone is that no one mocks me for removing tags from clothing Sometimes this makes me very sad, other times very angry

Cold rainy morning and I’m a-wandering out into the world to take my gf to her surgical consult We do the little things as the world keeps on turning

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fish head (pages 1-4, with two more pages in replies!) #comics

Pre-orders make all the difference in the world. If you think you'll want to hear the tale of Snaggletooth in all her Late Cretaceous glory, ordering from your favorite bookseller ahead of pub gives it buzz and a week one boost! Out on Oct. 27th, less than six months away now.

Sudden shift to rain chill gives me an excuse to wear my non-dysphoria hoodie It has ears, ears are cool

Saint Death’s Herald by @csecooney.bsky.social is gentle cozy fun, interrupted by surprising horrors I like its gentleness a lot

There are great advantages to living alone: I can remove the tags from my clothing, I can run a bath at any hour, I can read quieter draped like a rag on the chair There are flaws in the system of course; mainly that you are not here

some fish head comics for the forest witch zine I’m making :,)

Bursts of sudden pre-summer heat before promised storms sweep in I feel a burning lassitude and do not know if I should shake it off or give in to the fire

I think a way to deal with all of this is to love our way through it. Love our friends, our partners, our kids, our neighbors—and love relentlessly, joyfully, ardently, to the best of our ability. Love as comfort. Love as safety. Love as strength. Love as resistance. Love as defiance. Love as hope.

Post boobs get five likes Post workfit get eight and a repost Either my followers are shy or they don’t like boobs

Shot day so everything dissolves while I try to concentrate on work and watch the cottonwood seeds drift like snow or smoke

Because of my little phone camera’s foreshortening my boobs look absolutely ginormous I assure you that they are only nearly this big in real life

The moment where one of your dalliances is posting ‘happy mothers day’ to their mum and includes her age And you blink And go well then And hope it never comes up

Last night’s look for dancing and visiting the shrine of St.Rat The chains failed to hold up fully on the dance floor

There is an amusement in watching idiot men almost crash their cars just because I have tits now I don’t think they are worth dying for

I am unused to catching food crumbs on my chest, it is vaguely unsettling

Galaxy: As the World Falls Down by @planetx.bsky.social is absolutely amazing I wish I could share the best bits or the bit that made me cry, but you should just go read it It’s utterly stunning and very very trans so just go read it

A photo of me doing a reading probably in like 2005-ish? A bit low-res, sorry. Anyway, my latest newsletter is about how I'm both an extrovert and an introvert, and the extrovert/introvert dichotomy is fake. buttondown.com/charliejane/...

What would actually happen if I played my trauma cards face up? I know what I fear would happen - that’s obvious - but that could just be a defense Oh! Icy tingles of fear just thinking of it. Oh shadow armor what if I turned around to face you and demanded “Do you serve me? Bend the knee!”

Tomorrow is my birthday. Its okay that you forgot to get me a birthday present, you can make it up to me by buying my books: trishusband.itch.io

A girl’s broken brain is very very tired this morning

Today is the release day for GALAXY: AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN. Thank you, @ryehickman.bsky.social and @longtalljodie.com for telling this story with me and making this book so incredibly beautiful. This is a book all about finding your people and I love that I got to make it with my friends.

I got called a MILF and told that I have a sultry voice last night One of these is true

Just realizing that my Lust bondage pin is on the jacket lapel It amuses me to leave it there and see if anyone notices

My “I’m a professional lady” jackets are straining to fit buttoned up since my hit box change

I was built for cold champagne and picnics instead of capitalism

My next book is gonna have trans characters in it. So will my next short story. I'm gonna read trans authors. I'm gonna hug trans readers. Do not back down. It is the world that should move.

Two month boob job update: They’ve shifted from anime gravity defiance to a much more natural position, though while flexible they don’t bounce if I jump Sensation is oh so gradually returning - pressure and temperature but no sense of touch, yet The scars are faint pink lines

Club look from last night I was scandalously bare

At the stripper dance clothing swap I picked up the best worst hat, the best ugliest fuzzy jacket, and a hoodie with corset ears (?) I gave up some corsets that don’t fit with my rack and a shark suit onesie (along with random pieces that don’t fit) I have no regrets and it was a fair bargain

Sometimes you wear the silliest outfit to do chores

I first read it in spring and it feels like the perfect time to do it again.

Ugh I haven’t had sex in daaaaays This is the worst thing to ever happen to anyone

Shot day so it is easy to fall into shadows, tidal drift downwards It’s Beltane, so time to burn what does not serve anymore, it would be so easy to be smoke, formless and drifting But But as a sleeper’s dream made solid I owe it to her to nail this self into this artificial flesh

Dance and dental work cramming me into my body in uncomfortable ways I spent SO long leaning away from being in my body, from even being a self, that it is still awkward and unusual I’ve eaten the ghost and need to make this haunted house me and mine