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Soooo I had my abscess poked by a general surgeon guy, who was somehow surprised by all the scar tissue. And now I have to have another mri (😭) and then see a colorectal surgeon, to see if this nonsense can be permanently fixed.

I am stressed and anxious and I have my head mri next week 😟

"We do not sell people put... Except all these people cos fuck em".

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This sounds hilarious 😆

Trans people don't need to justify existing.

This is not limited to books and other forms of art.

Existing while trans in life doesn't need justifying either. Medicine, law, society, employment, access to goods and services should be available to everyone.

#WriteSky #BookSky #TransRights #Books

And once released, I might spend some time writing words about it. Those things might only be of interest to me but I enjoy breaking stuff down and telling stories, so I night do it anyway.

I'm super close to my #ttrpg being ready now. Just a touch more proofreading for me and a few more drawings from Cuddles, then I have to put it all together along with the editable sheets & premade characters, and send it over to Cuddles for final checks.

And I have March 27th set as release day!

Watching the cats have various stand-offs around the house is never not funny. The death glare, the turn-and-pretend-I-don't-see-you, the "I wanted to go this way anyway" saunter...

And it's all done with a silent but dramatic tension any film director would kill for 😆

Ohhhh heyyyyy look at that, they're still fucking bigots

Drop a gif you can hear

Bear in mind this is an area I still deal with dysphoria over, being poked by strangers, it's incredibly anxiety-inducing.

Also I fell last night so my back hurts even worse than usual 👍

So yeah, this week has been awesome 😭

Sigh. I'm on antibiotics. Why?

Well. 4yrs ago an abscess right in my butt cheeks exploded. I had 2 lots of antibiotics, then surgery to drain it.

After returning, bigger and badder than ever, on Wednesday, it tore itself right open.

🤦 So, antibiotics and a referral back to the surgical team.

Reacting to Labour's devastating loss to the Green Party in Gorton and Denton, Keir Starmer claims that only Labour can unite communities. I agree. He convinced Muslims to vote for a white working class woman representing a party led by a gay Jewish man.

I really hope the Greens run someone over here in the locals. It's been a Labour lock since 1918 so a loss would be a similar shock for them.

Reform are so fucking mad right now, this is a great day 😆

Congrats to the Greens though. This was their first step out since Zack was voted in as leader, and that was quite the win for Hannah.

I pay even closer attention because Gorton & Denton is close to where we live.

Good job, I see the correct people are big mad while the rest of us celebrate 😁

Agreed. I'm never forgetting Sinners, it deserved everything.

Here's the thing nobody wants to talk about, when it comes to making peace with family members who are okay with genocide, racism, and all the rest of it.

If you can't trust these people to stand with a stranger in need of help, you can't trust them to stand with you when you need help either.

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Every billionaire in the Epstein files could drop dead tomorrow and the world would not only be fine, it would actually improve. The quality of our media would improve. Our environment. Our food. Our health care. Our technology.

Vince grew up in the Wasted World, like most folk these days. The last of the long timers who remembered the old days died before he was born. His parents tried to instill a sense of... something into him. Pride. Education. Community. After their commune was ripped apart by raiders when he was 13, Vince was sent by his parents to escape via one of their tunnels. He wandered until, starving, dehydrated, close to death, he stumbled into a compound led by a preacher man. A compound full of people who took him in. A people who cared for him, brought him back to health and showed him how to be part of their community. He did well. And any moment not spent in work, he spent learning from the preacher man, Oswald. Oswald taught him from the tattered remains of a holy book. Held together by string and tape, the book was convoluted, contradictory, and clearly

both missing large chunks and made up of more than one belief system. But Oswald coached him to an understanding that rather than literal truth, he could read the holy book as lessons to apply to life. Vince was loved so much by the people that when Oswald sickened and died, they looked only to him to be their new leader. The stresses of leadership at such a young age, from those who looked for him to be just like his predecessor, quickly began to chafe and Vince started sneaking out of the compound in the early mornings, just for some time alone. He would walk the Wasteland and often return with some thought or tidbit or relic to show and discuss. His people began to respect this, and Vince, for his way of talking about what he saw, the things he found. Until the day he found the skull.

He was walking along a section of the Wasteland he hadn't explored in a while, and tripped over something sticking from the dirt. When he dug it out, it was the skull of some creature he couldn't place. Humanoid, but larger. As he turned it over, brushing dirt away, an image flashed in his mind's eye. A figure. Tall. Stretched skin over rattling bones. Fingers reaching. Bending closer. Eyes smoldering like coals. "Feed. Me." It said. Vince dropped the skull and scuttled backwards. But the vision refused to leave. "Feed. Me. Feed! Me! FEED! ME!" "F-feed you what?" Vince stammered. "Unbelievers," the voice ground out.

His head suddenly clear, Vince picked the skull back up and tucked it under one arm, heading back to the compound. In his talk that evening, the first thing he did was take the Holy Book, and burn it. At the cries of shock he smiled. "I have found God. And it isn't in any of these pages. My friends. It is The Bone Collector!" He raised the skull high in both hands, a sickly green glow sweeping the congregation. "Join us. Or be sacrificed."

Plus I got extra Karma for writing up the background of the cult leader I befriended into not sacrificing us last time - presented here if you fancy a quick read.

Another session of EZD6: Wasted World today. Very enjoyable system, it gives CuddleDad the GM and us players so much freedom to just play. I'm basically a dandy who is good at talking.

And today we got to blow up giant toads, beat up some bullies, and bring socialism to a small town 😆

I am open to editing all kinds of stuff from short fiction and novels to comics/graphic novels, TTRPGs, and videogames.

Comics have long been my focus and where my experience shines but I'm not close-minded.

If you have a project in the works and could use an editor please HIT ME UP! 😁🏳️‍🌈

Let me just make a few little adjustments to that title…

“How a scientist with a PhD in Geology and 25 years of experience is helping lead California’s earthquake work”

Way to devalue my experience.

Thanks Zack.

While I've learned not to trust politicians til they do what they say they'll do, it's warming to see someone actually speaking up for us at all.

I'm agender, so the transphobes manage to simultaneously hate me and ignore my existence. We need *someone* who will help.

A grey tuxedo cat wearing a purple velvet bow tie lies on a blanket, one paw extended slightly, looking just above the camera

Squeak says hi!

reminder that genAI "artists" can get fucked :)

Fuckin insurance assholes. I'm sorry, it sucks.