Every year @kymdeyn.bsky.social and I celebrate Cheese Day, to make our shared birthday. It's normally a few days to a week after our birthday, and involves spending hours eating an enormous cheese board while watching a movie. Have a blesséd Cheese Day to all who celebrate.

I do want to shout-out my fellow sociologists, who have collectively created a discipline so woke that not a single one of our introductory textbooks can make it past Florida's censors. Great work everyone.

Every instance of "AI democratizes the arts, you're classist and ableist and a gatekeeper for trying to stop it" is a slap in the face to the literally centuries of poor, disabled people making art on the margins and a crass lie in service of a machine that strips down and regurgitates dreams

If it’s 6 February, that must mean... yes, of course: the 899th anniversary of the night a monk saw THE DEVIL’S OWN SATANIC HORDES riding through the forest near, er... Peterborough 🧵

Join me at Newcastle Cathedral this afternoon! newcastlecathedral.org.uk/event/theolo...

“You can safely assume you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” --Anne Lamott

I have a friend who illustrates children's books and if hes given a book and it doesn't explicitly mention both a Mum and a Dad... They're gay. The book mentions a Dad? He's drawing two. The book mentions a Mum? Let's double up. Everything is gay until proven otherwise and he will illustrate as such

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For 29 years I never saw a pig. I started getting suspicious. How can there be an animal that produces so much deliciousness and I just happen to have never seen it? What are people hiding, I asked? What is the meaning of this secret?

Oh, also, the antipope believes that he holds the Kingship of Ireland in trust. There's a lot to unpack here.

I was also able to find the wild theology I was looking for: they believe the antichrist will be conceived by a Satanic Jewish woman (the Anti-Mary) having sex with a former Palmaryian bishop on an altar, while he is wearing his vestments. As part of this woman will strangle the bishop to death.

The former antipope and his wife were confronted by a bishop, and there was a fight. Another bishop entered the fray. Everyone got injured a bit, but former antipope Gregory XVIII was stabbed badly, with his own knife, and had to be airlifted to hospital. He was sentenced to six years in jail.

A few years later, just as a service was beginning in the sect's basilica, two masked figures, carrying knives, bags, zip ties, and clown masks, scaled the high walls of the compound, planning to rob the place. They were the former antipope Gregory XVIII, and his now-wife, the former nun.

The former antipope and his girlfriend, the former nun, did a series of press interviews, and photoshoots, including one partly nude, in which they took the place of Adam and Eve. Just months before he had been excommunicating church members for not wearing modest enough pyjamas in their own homes.

In 2016 Antipope Gregory XVIII abdicated from his role as Pope, and left the weird sect, in order to be in a relationship with a nun who was also from the aforementioned sect. Upon leaving, he was accused of stealing the Popemobile (a BMW) and a large sum of money. He denies this.

Recently I found myself on Antipope Instagram, where there are endless reels of the current Antipope of the Palmarian Catholic Church. This is, of course, extremely my jam, and I started reading up on them hoping to find some wild theology, but instead I found something WAY better...

Sorting out my ppt for my public talk at the University of Leicester School of Heritage and Culture's Wednesday Seminar Series on the 11th of this month at 16:30. If you'd like to attend either in person or online, then you can email the organisers for all the info: [email protected]

The bones require no intervention. They are able to rise through the earth all by themselves, and enjoy making their way to a premature resurrection.

For the rest of the day, a rotating cast of police officers visit the church. They say they're doing "reassurance patrols". I tell them that they're more stressed than we are. That human bones are an everyday occurrence here, with our ancient graveyard. Then I offer each of them a cup of tea.

I say to the police that it's important to us, to have the bones back. That whoever they belonged to wanted to be buried, here, at this church. That even though time separates us, time is nothing to God, and they are still part of our community. I say we want to bring them home. To rebury them.

And so I say to the detectives "look, I know it's a weird question, but when you've confirmed they're old graveyard bones, not murder bones, can we have them back?" And the detectives say "... We've never been asked that before..."

As the detectives are going to leave, to take all they'd learned back to hq, I say, "look, I know nobody is confirming you've found bones. But I know it's bones, and you know it's bones, and you know that I know it's bones." And they say "...yes."

I talk for a while to these detectives, about graveyard dirt. How to identify it. How the graveyard size and shape fluctuated over time. How, when they made the new road, they dug a foot or so down, took the bones they found, and then stopped. How the ground was filled with bodies for meters around.

We go outside, so I can show the police the old plans in context. I look into the hole the workers dug. See the pavement blocks, the sand they laid them on, and below that, rich black dirt. I exclaim "Oh! That's graveyard dirt! I'd know it anywhere! That's well fed dirt, if you know what I mean."

I consider going over and saying "hi. If you find a body, don't worry, just give me a call" And then I think about that for a second, and how they would absolutely phone the police if a stranger in a hoodie walked up to them in the dark and said "don't phone the police if you find a body, call me."

A few days ago, I stood in the graveyard of an 1100 year old church, getting damper and damper in the drizzling rain. A woman walked into the graveyard, waved, said hello, and, as we had previously arranged, handed me a paper bag full of human bones. The life of a churchwarden is a strange one...

I'm notorious for talking in my sleep and once I was halfway up a mountain, days walk from anywhere, and I woke the person I was hiking with up by going "I'm not the murderer! YOU'RE the murderer!" And she was just lying there in the darkness like "Well... I guess he did say he's NOT a murder soooo"

Thrilled to share the stunning cover for FOLKISH by @kymdeyn.bsky.social and make it available to pre-order now. Artwork by Letty Wilson. 'Bold, inventive, sardonic. Ripe with scavenger gods, local saints and legends.' Playful, spirited and absolutely furious. ninearchespress.com/publications...

YOU CAN NOW PRE-ORDER MY BOOK 💚🪱 also, look at my babygirl worm on the cover 😭

I have been waiting for this book for years and genuinely believe it'll be the poetry collection of 2026. Don't believe me? Check out those endorsements! Pre-order 'Folkish' now. Trust me. It's incredible. ninearchespress.com/publications...

The Priest, trying to be reassuring: "remember, nothing is impossible with God." Me, still stressed: "... Yeah but it's not exactly PROBABLE, is it, Father?"

I heard someone say it’s goblin time? The goblins in my graphic novel The Unfamiliars are intended to be Catholic adjacent, except their Jesus was stuffed into a sack and thrown in a river so they all wear little sacks.

Well I'M delighted to be in Dolly Parton's Imagination Library!

The ~dangerous~ nature of interfaith friendships, eh? This kind of thing is definitely gonna lead people astray.

5 Classes you took in university: 1. British and Irish Novels of the 1980's 2. Public Relations 3. Future Media 4. Victorian Literature 5. Feature Writing

oh... well... that's in the parish (which is so incredibly tiny and yet things do seem to always Happen There at the moment). That's fun for us.

I don't know whether it is the #1 Catherine O'Hara accomplishment but the fact that she invented a manner of speaking that no other person in human history has ever attempted for Schitts Creek and made it seem realistic that her character would talk that way felt like a comedy miracle to me

Honestly, Catherine O’Hara is nothing short of iconic. Such sad news today

I want to see all of your Moira Rose gifs this evening.

The rain was so heavy on my walk home I just took my glasses off and put them in my pocket and just sort of peered blearily through the darkness and glare of oncoming headlights.

Just a reminder that there is zero evidence of sex self-ID being abused in New Zealand after two and half years of it. Nor any evidence of any attacks by trans women on cis women in women’s spaces in NZ, ever. Stop trying to create solutions for problems that don’t exist.

New threat just dropped

While independent bookstores are giving out free whistles, hosting protest sign making events, and donating proceeds to mutual aid, Amazon is *checks notes* providing technology that assists ICE in their terrorizing of communities. Independent bookstores deserve your support. Amazon does not.

This could have been written this morning. How exact and how applicable every word is. "Stealing the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in." No better description exists of the blasphemous, murderous, corrupt America of Trump and of ICE.

is the cure for male loneliness showing up early and setting up chairs?

This hit so fucking hard today.

Ah. Good morning to everyone but especially to my favourite Badly Drawn Wolf

"With gentle hands, we will bring all that is lost back into the world. Green shoots uncoil from the darkness."

Looking through my phone at saved poems, searching for one appropriate to these hard days Found this one, but without attribution. Thankfully Google reminded me that it's one from @jayhulmepoet.bsky.social Oh. Yes. Plague Poems. of course 💔