#21: fog and poppets and My Lady Dedlock and kids falling off banisters. This has clear flaws and maybe inevitably for a Serialized Work runs out of gas before all is said and done, but when my man cooks, he cooks (with the horrible grease of a spontaneously combusting human form)
#21: fog and poppets and My Lady Dedlock and kids falling off banisters. This has clear flaws and maybe inevitably for a Serialized Work runs out of gas before all is said and done, but when my man cooks, he cooks (with the horrible grease of a spontaneously combusting human form)
Esther addresses the reader, "the unknown friend to whom I write", parting from which will take place "not without much dear remembrance on my side, not without some, I hope, on hers"
:stares directly at camera:
:stares:
:looks down, bites lip:
Fine--yes.
Not...without...some
🔒
It is the start of lesbian week and however I stand in relation to that I certainly approve of it
JARNDYCE: Ah, Dame Durden! I knew you were marrying me from duty alone, and so I prepared this special surprise: a new arranged marriage. May the two of you find only western winds
ESTHER: why, there is only goodness in you, dear guardian!
JARNDYCE: ...call me "father" now
READER: 🤮
(🔒spoilerz below)
Neon pixel art of an amazon in a sleeveless leather top and miniskirt with a Y2K-style visible midriff. She has a huge blond pony updo and a big sword.
Pixel character portrait of a woman with a mess of brown hair, big, upturned blue eyes, and pursed, pouty-looking lips.
ASCII art of a a brown-haired, blue-eyed woman stretched out while a bloody dagger hovers over her midriff. She looks displeased about this.
Pixel screenshot of a woman in tattered brown rags being held between two Centurian-style soldiers while a king on a throne condemns her.
my new zine, Shareware Made Me Trans, is now out!! ~6000 words (and lots of images) on the 90s games that shaped my gender identity, including windows 3.1 amazons, sapphic crpg romances, and my own teenage fetish games.
link in reply with excerpts and free community copies for trans readers
One of the wildest science fiction concepts in deep space nine is that in the future "novelist" remains a viable career and the thoughtful psychological text novel, as practiced by Jake sisko, a legitimate mass entertainment
the little spaceship, dragging its bundle of weirdly geometric cargo, observeth the gas mines of aldebaran
space is the place
halschrieve.substack.com/p/new-trans-... someone else (who knows video games) should write longform about Eden II and A/S/L and the trans video game novel/comic but i wrote something to try to get other people to read and discuss these two fascinating books
Richard crashes on the sofa after being drained by Mr vholes, the light hurtibg his eyes, and ada sings and plays cottage piano for him and Mr Woodcourt shows up to cheer up his bro
Honestly this read has made me a heck of a lot more bearish on Dickens as such, but I think he is second to none at crafting these little moments of comfort within the ocean of systemic malice his chars swim in 🔒
It should not therefore be a surprise that one thing trans women have in common with cis women is that we produce and consume vast quantities of romance writing
Cover, with an ASCII illustration of a hand with long pink nails holding a blue 3.5" floppy disc. The label on the disc is the trans flag. Title: "Shareware Made Me Trans."
Grid showing the layout of the 24-page zine, plus front and back cover.
"Gallery of shareware amazons" featuring images of four women warriors from various games.
As a pre-teen author undergoing the incorrect puberty, my own ZZT games circled the same themes again and again, at first with a layer of distancing irony that slowly eroded like the mountain being pecked away by that bird in Hell: they were fetish games. They revolved around captured princesses, with bare feet and torn dresses, chained in ASCII dungeons, punished and degraded, threatened with torture and hardship and peril. These were, in essence, all manifestations of the submissive woman, the painslut and pillow princess I would eventually become, but could not yet admit to wanting to be, could not yet admit that such a thing could be wanted.
everyone is currently obsessed with *checks notes* a 1997 game called Moon Child. but did you know other weird games came out in the 90s? you can read about some of them in my new 24-page zine, Shareware Made Me Trans, coming to itch next week!
Eeeee
Again, Harder by Alice Stoehr
"Beautiful, incisive.... Every facet of transfeminine life is here." -JUNE MARTIN, author of Love/Aggression
My copy of @astoehr.bsky.social’s “Again, Harder” finally got here and if you want to know how much I liked it, you can check the back cover
It's crazy how lucky we are that both cereal grains and legumes exist on this planet
Two edible plant groups that are easy to domesticate, and complement each other both in terms of what they do to soil (e.g. cereals are nitrogen-hungry, legumes fix nitrogen) and in terms of nutrition
It looked more like mega man x in person
Imagine little robot pelicans and oil workers shooting tiny eggs at you while you run past these violet skyscrapers and construction cranes
I am spoiled by Capcom childhood into thinking about mega man x whenever I run in certain parks
#20: this one was great and disgusting but it's also now like nine years old and I'm increasingly vexed about no progress (??) toward megg's coven. The winds of winter? Please, no
Hugo Pratt
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Sephora and the Great Glass Elevator
Meet me neath that giant Exxon sign / that brings thy fair city light
The shame here is how much time we spend with Esther going through the pursuit logistics without much access to how she feels about it? I keep having to remind myself that the events of chapter 59 are like, the worst thing that could happen to you. Instead I'm mostly watching Mr. Bucket cook 🔒
Physical and mental illness should not vary directly with one another; I call bullshit on that decision
JACK CHICK BLANK FACE GOD: Well done, thou good and faithful servant. You successfully hung in there. You stuck it out. You didn't even inflict yourself on anyone, or mostly, anyway
Just a few hours until therapy happens again, I believe we've got this in the bag! And then we just have to keep doing it, every week, forever
Michael Jackson has a blue velveteen waistcoat with a double row of mother of pearl buttons. He's also out of employment. "He had as good mind his own business, whoever he is," growled the man.
Life update: Mr. Bucket is pursuing Michael Jackson🔒
#19: November 18, part 1. I think she should've stuck with the telescope but what do I know about her situation.
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