The Naturalist Society by Carrie Vaughn!

A piece of black plastic with a broken edge

When I say stray I truly mean I cannot discern whence it came. Nowhere that can't function without it, apparently

One Weird Trick For Fixing That Weird Noise Your Computer Is Making: remove stray chunk of plastic from fan

[ok, it's not strictly accurate to say I don't have a left radial artery at all, but it's not anywhere useful for his purposes]

I am consistently impressed with my PCP. At my first visit, two years ago, he took (or tried to take) the radial pulse on both of my wrists. Friends, I do not have a left radial pulse because I do not have a left radial artery. I see him approximately every six months and he's remembered every time.

me, a white nonbinary person with glasses, holding up an ARC of The Earl Meets His Match with an ARC of A Gentleman's Gentleman behind it.

I have an extra arc for 🇬🇧 THE EARL MEETS HIS MATCH (aka 🇺🇸A GENTLEMAN'S GENTLEMAN) to give away!

My trans man earl/valet Regency romance is out March 11

Follow me and repost for a chance. I'll pick someone at random tomorrow at noon EST.

🇬🇧 preorder: bit.ly/UKtemhm
🇺🇸 preorder: bit.ly/USAagg

the brand, which I highly recommend, is Pho'nomenal and it's even better when you follow the directions

mea culpa

to be fair, it's not exactly *bad*, because I did manage to get the one packet and the assorted freeze-dried bits into it, but it was underwhelming

when I made it, I'd thought I was missing one, but I convinced myself I was thinking of a different brand (as if I'd buy a different brand)

just found an unopened seasoning packet in the bottom of my instant pho, which I had thought rather blander than usual

my two brain cells have conspired to keep me sitting in the office break room instead of going to the grocery store. my shift ended half an hour ago. send help

indulging in the time-honored tradition of writing fanfic as a form of procrastination from one's original work, as a treat

actively refusing to have a meltdown before work because the replacement toothbrush heads are Different

Today would be a good day to read and share my essay about trans medicine and trans autonomy, and why trans people are complexly traumatized without them.

We deserve for our bodies to belong to us. We deserve lives we can live.

I’d love for cis people to read this.

medium.com/@mayrpeterso...

also many of them are readers and five of us spent a good hour or so reading/crocheting/drawing in the living room while the extraverts hung out in the kitchen

fortunately they're the kind of family where it's entirely understood that sometimes you just need to disappear for half an hour or so to get your bearings

I was starting to get kinda down on myself for doing absolutely nothing today, but remembered I spent *counts on fingers* 11 hours around extended family yesterday, and that's way too many

Conceptualizing my brain as an exotic fishtank is helping me get thru this med change. Someone's messing with the pH, no wonder some of the fish are dying

figured out why this venue smells so appetizing: it's the eau de cigarette that waffle house had before the government told us we couldn't have carcinogens in our most beloved cultural institutions

procrastinating on Side Project by going back to Main Project still counts as progress, right? asking for a friend

A medieval manuscript illustration from the British Library royal ms 20 a ii f3r. Image shows a medieval king in a green gown and wearing a crown. He is stood within a burning castle with arms in the air and a look of 'oh dear' on his face

"this is fine"

British Library Manuscript - royal ms 20 a ii f3r

Unlocked a new tier of sensory deprivation by combining noise-cancelling earbuds with noise-cancelling headphones, soon I will be unstoppable

Emerged from my dissociative little cave long enough to talk about books (and get paid). Nice work if you can get it

I'm supposed to host a book club in less than 24 hours and I'm 14% of the way through this 450+ page book

My current project is a m/m historical romance between two Union veterans, starring a character I had to cut from the first novel because I just didn't have room for him.

My first novel is a coming-of-age story about an intersex protagonist in the 19th c. American West, and the burned-out doctor they learn to trust. I have a polished draft but no plans to do anything else with it. It's a little too close to home for public consumption.

I've heard I should post something about myself so no one assumes I'm a bot, so:
I am...
⭑a public librarian
⭑intersex and agender
⭑autistic
⭑working on my second novel

my first public social media app since tumblr circa 2014, let's gooooo