There's an "evaluate your Bluesky" tool that goes around occasionally and I saw it yesterday and did my account and I got back stuff like "more active and influential than 96% of users" or something and yet I cannot move the needle on my friend's Kickstarter. (Which is this.) tinyurl.com/2k8ch4r5

A man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life’s sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.

Love this from Guillermo del Toro

My random shuffle just gave me "I'm Afraid of Americans". Me too, David, me too.

Go do something nice for a friend or neighbor today. Nothing you tweet or do will have any impact on the mess, but that will make you feel better. Build community.

One of those things that's worth thinking about, I think. The temptation to hate that fucking guy is real, but it's also an investment of self in that fucking guy, and that... is a price I personally can't afford. I don't think anyone can.

My father is visiting; as is the case when my father is visiting we are ranging around a wide variety of topics, many of them theological. (I will be putting an editorial eye on his cycle of sermons based on each stave of A Christmas Carol, for example.) The topic for this anecdote: book covers.

Meditation of the day: H. P. Lovecraft and Monsterfucking

Question of the day: is "sultry" as a word of the year intended to comment on global warming or the fact that transition makes people hot?

A message for you all to carry through the year

But the truth is that bullying 99.5% of sports-interested trans kids out of playing perfectly illustrates the tragedy of trans isolation. We stretch out our arms for human connection, & when cis ppl have the chance to pass the baton and cheer us on, in 99.5% of cases, they choose bullying instead.

bye 2025👋

This is my favorite horse post ever

Wow I somehow blew up my own mentions without getting retweeted by Alexandra Erin or rah.

For once, the straight men appear to be okay, and it gives me genuine hope. (Also I have been chasing around threads and quote-threads watching these video clips and reading summaries and laughing my fucking ass off.)

Because I commented my experience of gender seems to be a scale between “feral goblin” and “elf prince”, my one-year HRT photo, on the elf prince end. (Crown by @lionesselise.bsky.social “Seven Stones for Seven Swans”, also she is having big end of year sale.)

The bleeped version of "No More Fucks To Give" is profoundly funny to me, as the bleeping is so very, very ineffectual on quite a few of the 'fucks' in the song. Also the bleeps are hilarious. (I also got the bleeped version when I bought the song and everything is in the Random Shuffle Blender.)

I can has analysis.

I am unreasonably curious, if you're willing.

Boosting this again because the Kickstarter needs more yelling and I really, really, really want to see part 2. Complex, beautiful dark political visual novel. Multiple romance routes with an assortment of mostly-polyam sapphic ladies and some fellas. Gorgeously non-white characters.

Just watched the new Knives Out and I think it's really important you know that the scene in the Seminary's Gym is filmed in the same place Rick Astley filmed the music video for Never Gonna Give You Up. I saw the window tracery and immediately made my friends pause the film so I could tell them.

The autistic tendency to stay up late because: - nighttime is when the world finally slows down (quieter, fewer demands, less sensory input) - you’ve been randomly hyperfocusing - “do not perceive me” - SPECIAL INTERESTS! ❤️ - transitioning to bedtime can be hard - your circadian rhythm is chaos 🫠

Like, the good luck charms many baseball fans practice are absolutely a form of ritual magic from an anthropological standpoint, but imagine what American baseball would look like if Protestants didn't have hangups about ritual magic being Satanic and didn't need to maintain plausible deniability.

Omg omg omg omg omg

Here’s to 2026

sometimes I just say stuff

We have total cat sofa victory. @craftycow.bsky.social

- survived - 1st year of medical transition while my government wants to destroy me - restarted writing again some years of burnout/ADHD dysfunction - started addressing a bunch of petty medical shit - studied songwriting and can now handle song-shaped ideas - edited a pile of fantasy romances, heh

Additional cat investigations (all three cats have now touched it): @craftycow.bsky.social

as the lowest members of society and challenging us to recognize the divine in them, and that's what I think about a lot whenever i see those pictures of the Star of Bethlehem over the manger in Nativity scenes. The Gods are always reaching down towards us.

Anyway, in PROMETHEA, Alan Moore posits the idea that there are "lost" major Arcana in the tarot, and one of those is the Beggar, a route of divine energy that goes straight down from Kether (the Divine Crown) straight into humanity, and this is the story of all the gods disguising themselves

Fine, whatever, this random cat is your new god of the winter solstice

Why did you transition, wrong answers only: Tired of love songs that could be construed as applying to me.

I took my gender away from the cat before he ate it. I don't know how those things keep getting in.

It never fails, you get the kids a present and they want to play with the box. (Cat sofa by @craftycow.bsky.social having a quick repair.)

And this is a chunk of the origin of my longest-established 'net handle. (Back on the birdsite I had my screen name set to "Left Hawk of Darkness" for a bit.)

This is just a note to say that I have eaten the falcon in a widening gyre and that you were probably saving for anarchy Forgive me it was delicious so rough and full of passionate intensity

Little Light does these wonderful Hanukkah ruminations, and the capstone to this one goes some places.

May every tank be dismantled, its every component be repurposed. May every weapon be reshaped into a tool of flourishing. May the mighty be humbled, the humble strengthened, the wasted restored, the ruined rededicated. May we have enough and be enough to do this and more. May it be soon. 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🔥🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

If my body lasts through a fraction of the effort it once treated as trivial, is that a miracle of endurance? Was it miraculous back then, and I didn't notice? Is there some miracle in the way I stop so much sooner than I used to, or is lasting a miracle and stopping isn't? For whom, and when?

I am a process, and a body, here and now, transforming in motion, fast and slow, a flicker and a mountain, brief and interminable, alive for a while, doing my best. It is good to mark these moments where we know a year has gone by, or a candle's-length. I burn a while. We all do. Hold on. 🕯️🕯️🕯️🔥🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

this year has been...a year, but art was made and i discovered my love for knights 🌿✨⚔️ [ #artvsartist #artvsartist2025 ]

quiet. thank goodness for quiet. what a precious rarity. 🕯️🕯️🔥🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

Gaudeamus igitur, iuvenes dum sumus. Gaudeamus igitur, iuvenes dum sumus. Post iocundem, iuventutem, Post molestam, senectutem, Nos habebit humus Nos habebit humus.

I briefly got my Kemetic nerd on last night, and it occurred to me I might want to surface it over here. (Beginning of a short thread.) The question was about the distinction between "spell" and "prayer" in ancient Egypt.

One truth that rises up from the dark depths within us, where light doesn't reach unless we bring it, is that we need each other, and we need what we can make together. Look after your neighbors, out there in the weather. Reach out if you need looking after, too. Keep a light on. 🕯️🔥🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

Here's a good one for just before the winter solstice.

yeah man I love the mountain goats

Even in the harsh and constant brightness and noise of our current human world, blotting out the darkness that makes stars visible, unearthing the darkness of the seed and the grave and the ore-vein, tearing veils from the private and the intimate, the darkness inside us abides nonetheless.

I sing a blessing for the light and the good act of bringing it life in the dark. I sing a blessing for the dark and the good act of bringing it life in the light. I sing a blessing for the miracle of knowing both and their gifts. I sing a blessing that they last within me and beyond me. 🔥🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️