getting laryngitis & suddenly having nothing but body language is final boss autism shit. i’m doing the stutterwave face twitch. the not-a-bow. the catgirl slowblink. the poll workers were like where did she find quaaludes in 2025. i’m like a railway semaphore that’s about to get fired for murder

my guilty autumn pleasure is to visit the local orchard and inject helium into all the trees

the moon macchiating river skin licks me as helicopter searchings tonight, stadium speaker brawn gawping over water as posse siccings. a duck family saw my light and thought i’d kill them as i approached. but i don’t think anyone needs to do that, to anyone

a fuzzion hangargyre has flypods aplenty. grub in there igniting some of the fuel, i see.. ace bombinators will be none too pleased, so u better get moving, lil saboteur..

Verses by @alt.red is one of the best pieces of short fiction (interactive or otherwise) i’ve encountered in years. gorgeously bleak, elegiac prose. a clever translation mechanic. crushing in ways i hadn’t anticipated. it made me cry and i think you should read it!! slugzuki.itch.io/verses

hey if you follow me and you like my shit about bleak sci-fi worlds and wounded women and the horrors of existing as trans you should go read this right now palimrya.itch.io/dragonfly

stepping in front of buses all day bc i rly want curly lil angel wings & halo but drivers keep braking bc they think i can’t be trusted to be soooo cute ( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

eric adams in antarctica: everyone knows that new york city is the HSM 14 Inaccessible Island Site of Northern Party Ice Cave Historic Site or Monument Marker of america

i’m so glad Devi finally reuploaded Interceptor. a staggeringly empathetic and economical vivisection of america on par with nearly any 2 minutes in Springsteen’s discography. “but it’s not my job to hold your hand”. yeah blacksquares.bandcamp.com/track/interc...

"A Canyon of Blood for the Normalest Man Alive" is one of those "writing can do that!?!?!?" stories that just kinda makes you a bolder and weirder person forever

🩸◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) i still feel sooo proud to have been included in this vibrant anthology!!! may we all live to see the grand canyon filled with four quadrillion liters of liquid cringe

mishearing my date after the movie ends: you want me to follow you to your litterbox?? oh my god yes. lead the way

the ideal girlfriend would lace my daily porridge with mithridatic vermifuge so that i might later smirk wickedly from within the churning abdomens of our enemies, and she would likely have some sex with me as well

tomorrow is shining like a razor blade

whenever i let myself ambienpost i wake up to either dramatic cris de coeur about child abuse or inscrutably spelled posts where i’m roleplaying as a sort of proud, parochial star-nosed mole. i think this is good and i plan to keep doing it

just as i was falling asleep i stumbled upon an article about my dead friend who got childraped at Kanakuk Kamps. couldn’t sleep. trying to write a horror story about CSA and i think it’s good. i think it’s going places no one’s quite gone. accidentally vomited while writing this week. love u Trey

a good mech name exudes neotenous insecurity: bravadic desperation, clownish self-effacement, pretension, deathlust. the moment you put on that big stupid coffin of an outfit you remember what you once feared to lose

one of my favorite things is a pair of epigraphs in juxtaposition (i’m always saying this 🥴). this from Underland by @robgmacfarlane.bsky.social goes so fucking hard

if i have to read one more omelas tweet i’m going to crawl naked into a cellar and make all your lives wonderful forever

the Hinge AI is negging my answers and it’s working for me. do we think i have a shot with her??? 🥴

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confused Worldcon volunteer typing at chatgpt: Ted Chiang racism Ted Chiang littering Ted Chiang school shooting Ted Chiang evil guy Ted Chiang bad mean man Ted Chiang unauthorized closed species fursona Ted Chiang steal candy from child Ted Chiang eat too much candy Ted Chiang very sick in tummy

triveling thryu thee musty thicket , pentanose suc to soil. OH,? love to be doun today, deëpy beneathy.. insteyd ìv oul theels wrechd arrends of a sunny sort. brrutish age proclaimidh be thyre never moeltyme fur moel…………… ouhg

i know less and less but i know a love, heavy as all breath, inheres in the trillion things for as long as someone is willing to stoop to feeling it

it’s hard to convey to anyone who wasn’t trans online in 2014 how mindbreaking it was to live with the knowledge that mildly disagreeing with this theorist would literally cause everyone you knew to treat you like you were David Duke

since breaking my fibula i’ve been taking the opportunity to try out bonsai. every few minutes i work the fresh osteoid with my pliers before it mineralizes (as osteoblasts shake their little fists at me). doctor said i shouldn’t be fancy but i’m going for a full celtic knot. i deserve to be pretty

i recently cracked a poem that had been stumping me for 5 years by making it all-caps, and it’s rly nice to see someone else similarly succeeding by screaming. these are great

@lacunae.bsky.social: i’m going to the store later. want anything? me: was it weirder when obama used the word “ambit” in a speech in 2006, or when romney said “lodestar” in several consecutive speeches in 2012? lacuna: definitely ambit me: ok goodnight. oh, groceries? get something soft for me

out with 2024: • screaming • lentils • houndstooth • impishly skirting one’s fate • clussy in for 2025: • numbly weeping • the humble mung • a smart check • blithely reclining upon the tracks of history, uncompressible as the flea • vagussy

critiques like these infantilize writers in the exact way they accuse us of misapprehending Le Guin. why does it never occur to these people that a riff on a famous story isn’t necessarily an “outraged” epic clapback? have they never heard of homage? exegesis?

this song is such a chemical, so bah bu bah bwah.. closest thing to what bleeding feels like in real life. apparently i’m the only one who’s bought the whole album so far, which is a travesty! u should listen to phendetta methinks phendetta.bandcamp.com/track/bleedi...

online authors should use more rare words. the ability to right-click and google without breaking mental flow is an underutilized advantage of the medium. as a kid reading Gene Wolfe i had to open my physical dictionary 6 times per page to look up shit like “destrier” & “fuligin” (which still ruled)

my friend lux is incredibly talented and nice and could EASILY teach you the joy of music if you would just put down your rocks and your grass and come inside for once in your life

i would describe the genre of the story i’ve been sitting on as “slurrypunk parenthood guro” and it’s proving exactly as hard to think of appropriate publication venues as that makes it sound

play Norco. do you like cyberpunk? do you like ecofiction? gnostic /pol/ cults? corpoespionage? genetic jesus? laughing? dying of cancer? trying to save an autistic failson from a ravening horde of autistic failsons? clutching your mother’s corpse as it sinks in the bayou? please, play Norco

most unkissed sleeping beauties awaken on their own, years later, yawning, murmuring "once upon a time something something" vaguely, lethologica for an untold tale

olympics rep: ma’am do you have any idea why your urine is 94% ecdysone? that’s not even a steroid we test for. the lab techs unionized when they saw the color. they say tolerance has gone too far me, plaintively, from within my hideously athletic chrysalis: a goop is allowed to compete

i feel unwell, but mother’s here brighter than i'd remembered

idk why we forfeited "born in the wrong body" just bc transphobes willfully misconstrued it as a metaphysical claim. if u don't play dumb it's clearly a stance-contingent normative or emotive claim, like "going to college was the wrong decision" or "this stanza's wrong, needs revising"

zooted & booted, looted & cuted (off the oxys / w the dippin dot sox / for my precious bones / duh) 🎀

mica to the pika’s paw red leaf to spindrift reflection to reflection

weird to be getting stage 1 of FFS this week (paid for by the government!) when idek if stage 2 will be legal by the time my appointment comes around in july. oh well. the world is gonna cut me to shreds one way or the other so there’s never a wrong time for playing with knives

i saw her on the way to my FFS consult today and she sold what surgeons can’t. my worst friend held me back from plugging auger into mandible and sucking slurry. from oblating orbits to the casual reciprocation of her tread. from begging her to let my masseters drape, well as louche and long as hers

winter snails & their winter slimes

if you’re near boston, come to the Model tonight at 8pm to hear @mayadeane.bsky.social, Adeline Wong, and me (w/ @robotleblanc.bsky.social as MC) read from our Embodied Exegesis stories and in the process collectively reinscribe cyberpunk as a subgenre of trans comedy

me to my roommate, pale, blood pouring from my face: i can’t find my “don’t talk to me until i’ve eaten my mug” mug anwhere and it’s drivign me insane. i’m sorry, not to be accusotary., but yool WERE driking colfoee earler this mornum weirn you

i went to a sick @girlhell1999.bsky.social allston basement show last month (pretty sure most of the audience was literally crying) and now this album is stuck in my head 24/7, mashed up with the jigs, reels, & noise that were already in there. u should listen girlhell99.bandcamp.com/album/deep-d...

sorry but someone has to say it 🎄💅🏻

veins popping, smiling SO much as i patiently explain to my surgeon that i need revisions. the twist rate of my vagina rifling isn’t NEARLY enough for the caliber my 3D-printed ghost uterus is capable of producing

bullseyeing the sheeny houndstooth of my mons pubis with louped claws. gingerly lodging mica-fletched bodkins under each scale, giving gamely twists as tin doubloons bubble from slits, clinking in alleys realmwide. clapping with everyone coughingly—on tv, in history books, curled on cobbles