ty! it's a modded rice paper texture on cardstock, and i think w. did a couple passes to get it right

@waywayway.xyz’s print of my pelvic-portal-fisting illustration

These Stories Teach Us How to Fight - Uncanny Magazine Chicago, October 2025. I need you to know we tried. I bought whistles and saline eyewash for my friends, students. The theatre bought 150 whistles. They were gone in days. A neighbor 3D-printed hundre...

My latest essay for @uncannymagazine.bsky.social is live!!

My editor: "I've never published a more important essay." 🥹

omg she says it correctly (unlike the menu)

so good. the iron-as-fashion components feel very convincing and tactile

i’ve logged more than enough rimworld to make the sociomaterial dynamics of a t4t warehouse work okay

reality of semi-regular performances where most of my time is spent rehearsing: i’m happy with open bare-minimum oversplits and well… let’s not talk about my back

when i was training 100% of my free time, i had 225deg oversplits and a pretzel sans-toe-touch that i thought wasn’t good enough for performing

[mid-nightmare:] i realize we are the bad guys once the furries begin sieging our earthseed-esque stronghold

Women like women too, officer. Try not to fixate on this. Let's move on.

lighthearted film about women really into knifeplay. slice of wife comedy

this performance was v much in dev mode. choreo was finalized 36 hours before thanks to unplanned 2 weeks of emergency compliance cops distraction. it wasn’t super polished but i didn’t overtly fuck up and my friends came to see me 🖤

phallo menu

screengrab from @lucysrausch.bsky.social’s vid of my cordes performance last week

autism continues to be the greatest (inverse) predictor of my anxiety level when interacting with a person

it’s (perhaps unsurprisingly) still there in the queer community, albeit significantly less creepy

this got a lot better post-transition (i actively avoided all social interaction to my great detriment when operating in straight art/tech sf)

today: exhausted by the omnipresent secondary objective of fuckability that permeates every human interaction

i don’t want people to see the real over the fabricated… even i don’t want to see it

showing oneself vs hiding oneself, i guess. and a not-very-well-examined definition of who is deserving

you are a good dancer 🖤

ACDC is what i’d play if i hated my child. here, have a horrible shrieking man. I hate them too so it’d be torture for both of us

reacquainted with the quintessential LA experience of “it’s freezing inside because it’s hot outside”

at the gay bar in makati, a very young lesbian latched onto me for the night, but i just went home without sealing the deal at 4a

i’m admiring of my cousin for how competent and knowledgeable she is: there’s a high-charisma element to almost every interaction (not true in the bay imo, where social finesse is not regularly required).

i get “sir”ed almost without exception, even after people hear my voice. eat soooo much food.

manila day 2: grueling tour through manila chinatown with lots of historical stops.

manila day 1: walked to the gym while feeling oddly at home (ig training in 90 degree weather will do that), then a brief tour of megamall food courts with cousin m.

idk where to find the gays here if they’re not gonna be at the aerial gym aka masochism factory