The house is getting painted today and tomorrow, which means I also get to go insurance shopping. Adulthood is a scam.

It's Hobbit Day, so why not observe with some cozy winter grief? Guaranteed to warm your queer frozen heart.

Starting my kids on pathfinder, now that they've had a taste for ttrpgs.

Tomorrow is Hobbit Day. So eat something that would make Bilbo and the Shire proud, even if it's just* potatoes.

My youngest made a friend at their first aikido class. That kid's parent immediately wanted to set up a play date. So now I'm grilling the other parent to make sure that's a safe friendship to cultivate.

"Guy who made his bajillions by selling the information of people he thinks are naive fools" should be the only headline when the billionaires advertise and call it wisdom.

Just a few days left until I close this and start writing. The timeline is fragmented, and full of fire and shit and spit. Get yourself some joy, even amongst the grievings.

Child people 🤝 Incarcerated people STILL! PEOPLE! DESERVING! OF! IMMUTABLE! BASIC! HUMAN! RIGHTS!

Waiting for about two months from now, when I can wear this again:

Hey @genderqueerwolf.bsky.social does this count for #FlirtyFriday? Haven’t seen one for a while, but this reminded me of it when I remembered it was Friday. lol

It's #FlirtPackFriday queerly beloved, and not a moment too soon. Like autumn, you deserve to be fallen for. Quote this with a seasonal selfie where you're feeling yourself, or want to be. Let the skyline drape as a scarf around your shoulders. Comment to opt in to flirting.

It's *peach season* and that means it's *Ky needs to clear their pantry for the new harvest* season! So here we are, folks. Get your box of my jams and sauces for not much more than the cost of flat rate shipping. Description in thread. The item: ko-fi.com/s/01cb50a15b

I have precisely 25 spots left in this poetry project, and I start writing two weeks from Wednesday. If you are queer, and want your own personal typewritten poem from (If Grieving Were Winter/If Winter Were Grieving), now is the time. You're queer enough. Take up the space. We deserve good things.

Just remembering how I got dogpiled on the birdsite by people coming out of the woodwork claiming to be journalists and station employees, calling me a liar when I said most local news stations are owned by Sinclair (or one of their corporate subsidiaries).

Y'all want to hear something spooky, but in character, that's happened this week? These paw prints showed up on the roof of my sheet metal shed some time between Sunday, when I laid Bailey to rest, and yesterday. They're still there after a torrential rain.

Peaceful protests by Middle Class white ladies, somehow, always get held up as the way you protest without getting arrested. Usually by the white ladies.

Poem by @genderqueerwolf.bsky.social 💛 Found in a wax sealed envelope addressed to me & mailed from Colorado in a box of my possessions that my mother dropped off, along with a Christmas card. I have no recollection of how any of this came to be but the poem is now hanging on my wall. #poetry

I know that I keep reminding you. I know these are worse than usual times. But you've gotta take care of your visibility and your personal privacy.

CN: pet loss, grief I lost my best friend, yesterday. Bailey was at or nearly 17, and she'd been with me since she was a leggy teen cat, when I adopted her in February of 2010.

I have precisely 25 spots left in this poetry project, and I start writing two weeks from Wednesday. If you are queer, and want your own personal typewritten poem from (If Grieving Were Winter/If Winter Were Grieving), now is the time. You're queer enough. Take up the space. We deserve good things.

My oldest and dearest cat is... probably dying, today. And I'm fucking bereft.

My children are going through a difficult and awkward phase, right now. It's hard to be a kid. It's harder to be a kid in a world where you just got old enough to rely on systems that immediately turned around and dissolved out from under you.

Today's Love Letter is from the unstoppable @shing.bsky.social. Shing's ode to Making Little Guys is one of the single most nourishing pieces of nonfiction I have ever read. Maybe you need this one as much as I do.

I got you this #BoneGarden

In case you need it. You do.

My youngest (almost 10) is really into power washer simulator right now. And honestly, I'm thrilled.

I am really fortunate, because I work in tech and makes a decent salary...

I still have 32 seats left, but I will close registration and start writing on October 1. This is your chance for a queer, personal, typewritten poem from me in December.

I'm packing another batch of boxes and shipping on Monday, so check out this collection of delicious things from my pantry and garden.

I ever tell y'all that my kids think the point of polyamory is to round out the party, so they think my next partner addition should be good at sewing? This has nothing* to do with their desire for Halloween costumes, naturally.

Got you some flowers

A lot of y'all aren't old enough to remember before the affordable care act. And a lot of y'all don't realize that the only "treatment" for autism approved by most insurance companies is ABA, which is physical torture. ... but back when we were kids, an autism DX spelled coverage denial.

When I walk past something like "plant based" sugar, I want to scream, because all true sugars are plant based.

I'm packing another batch of boxes and shipping on Monday, so check out this collection of delicious things from my pantry and garden.

I still have 32 seats left, but I will close registration and start writing on October 1. This is your chance for a queer, personal, typewritten poem from me in December.

Tell me something soft and good. Tell me something small you've noticed. Something that gives you joy, even when things feel hopeless. Even if it's that routine you always adhere to, that makes your brain sigh with relief. Even if it's the orb weaver in the corner of your porch.

Definitely dying my hair back to blonde, I miss my wavy surfer hair

Hi did you move your newsletter away from substack? drop it in the replies so people can find you and subscribe! I am big on rewarding good choices

I keep saying. Walled. Garden. Meanwhile, I can leave @buttondown.com any time I want to, because they're a proper newsletter platform. I just don't leave, because it's awesome and I love it.

I feel like this one captures a tiny bit of the wild fae that lurks inside me. #FlirtpackFriday

#FlirtPackFriday This is how I looked last night. I'm not sure how I do it, either.

it has been quite a bit since my last #flirtpackfriday i am regrettably having a low spoons day, so i may not be as capable of my usual level of flirtatious banter

Why hello gorgeous people

It's been a long week, without you my friends And it's #FlirtPackFriday So quote this with a selfie where you're really feeling yourself, or feel like yourself, and let the skyline admire you. Comment to opt in to flirting!

Counting down to October 1. I'll collect every tear and sigh that catches the wind 'twixt now and then And shape the prettiest artificial snowflakes with salt to dust the edges of the page

Counting down to October 1. I'll collect every tear and sigh that catches the wind 'twixt now and then And shape the prettiest artificial snowflakes with salt to dust the edges of the page

really glad i got in on this a couple weeks ago as my lunch was just a plate of leftover spaghetti i made yesterday while i was taking a sick day. it was a jar of canned pasta sauce from the box + ground mutton from my lamb guy and some onions and summer veggies.

One of the tough things about losing a unified social media (the site formerly known as bird) is that I have to work a lot harder to reach enough audience to fill my poetry project. I have 48 spots left. I start writing October 1st. Get yours.

Open phone. Scroll. Weep. Close. Look around. Touch the soft fur of a cat who knows nothing of violence. Be grateful that you can give one creature that. Go outside. Find a dandelion. Weep. Repeat.

If you don't care about disabled folks' access to voting systems, public resources, public spaces, housing and Healthcare... You don't care about disabled folks. Just say you think cool toys are more important than other people's safety, privacy, and health.