Evie Types!

For Trans Day of Remembrance, we remember the trans people whose lives were stolen by violence and hate.

May their names echo louder than the voices that tried to silence them.

We honour them by fighting for a world where trans people can live freely and safely.

Me too!

WHAT THEY DONT KNOW ABOUT HATE, IS THE LOVE CANT BE BEATEN OUT OF US.

love/hate

YRSELF

(Note to my past self.)

NOTHING HURTS MORE THAN LIVING AS THE PERSON YOU WANTED ME YO BE. NOT THE PERSON I AM.

To be/I am

I AM PROUDLY FAILING AT WHO YOU WANTED NE TO BE.

proudly failing

time to get away (and puddin!)

Time to disturb the smithy from its slumber. (Thanks for the cover Anna & Maria.)

New carriage string. The Sterling typewriter works now. Just have to clean the case and then reassemble.

Cleaning…

5 Series Smith Corona Sterling Typewriter

Found today. Seagreen foam.

$30 (broken carriage string)

10/16/25:Name Change Court Date

As best as I could remember it.
1946 Smith Corona Silent Typewriter
Written on 10/18/25.

10 Months on HRT Ten months, and the mirror has softened— 
Blurry edges into something kinder,
a reflection that exhales instead of flinches. My skin remembers how to breathe,
my voice hums at a different pitch of truth. 
Each morning, I peel away another layer of fear,
and underneath, I find warmth. There are days the world still stings—
old ghosts whisper in the glass,
but my pulse answers back: I’m still here. Bones settle, curves bloom,
and time folds itself around me, gentle this time. 
Every change is a small rebellion,
every softness a victory. Ten months of alchemy—
of pills, 40 injections, patience and time, I’ve learned that becoming isn’t sudden—
it’s a slow sunrise. And, the light is finally touching my face.

✨10 Months On HRT✨

Tiny Moments

Antique Mall Social Experiment

Zoom In and have fun.

Memory keeper

Revolution

Skyriter Test

I wake up every day, In 2025 to see, More hatred spewed back at me, & My beloved trans friends.

Beloved

Trans people exist in a world, Where the complexities Of our existence, And the very language that We can use to describe, Our lived experiences, Has been annihilated. In a grim, & calculated way.

Calculated Way

What am I supposed to do, With this stranger from my past? Do I thank them? For carrying me, This far in life? What do I do, What all these self-portraits? If someone else, Who is no longer there?

Sept 25 - Stranger (Carrier)

Question?

HRT gave flight to, The butterflies that live, Inside my chest cavities.

HRT

The light

I couldn’t find The light So I just made, My own.

9.29.25 - The Light

I do not owe the mirror of the past. My eyes, my breath & trembling hands. The snapshots left behind are fossils. They do not move, they do not grow. They do not speak my deadname. I am the one who breathes today, Who chooses softness, or strength. With every small act of living. The face I meet this morning, Belongs to me, not to the ghost, In the photographs from my past. If I turn away, it is not denial. It is care. Protection. I am never going back; I am carrying forward, Step by step, into the life, I am making mine.

9.29.25 - Mirror of the past

Carrying a name that isn’t mine Weighs on me like a stone A burden strapped to my back, Ten times heavier than I am.

9.29.25 - Name

Brother DELUXE 240T (1973)

New friend! Replaces my OG.