Jami Honey

"We don't give our names"

And its dating profile is so thirsty

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Also my lifetime cobbler expenses? Still under $20 - a baffling avg. of like $5/hr. So...is this like a drugs sort of thing where now I'm gonna be like, "u gotta try cobbling y'all it changed my life" and then a few months from now I'm facedown in the lap of some Die Wichtelmänner hobgoblin or what?

I never needed a cobbler in my whole damn life and in the last month I've availed myself of cobbler services four times for two different pairs of shoes in two different countries. What is happening to me? Does this mean my hott gurl summer era is over?? What era is cobbler era???

an archival black and white photograph of the KKK marching in Washington DC with the capitol behind them

In light of everything happening, I wrote about how the KKK in the 1920s felt unstoppable, about the people that fought against them anyway, and about how fascism always fails. dansinker.com/posts/202…

The Boneyard Coven of Winda Chapter 1: The Fool

More tales from the world of Pelagia. This is the start of an ongoing actual-play using the beautiful TTRPG Wickedness. If that sounds interesting to you, I'd be eager to have you along!

The first few installments will be out by the end of the day with more to follow.

Tara at the Rivermouth This is a little character sketch - a little human interest story teased from between the folds of some giant stories set in my DnD world, with clues to how it is woven into things created in past gam...

For your consideration - a little human interest story teased from between the folds of some giant stories set in my DnD world, with clues to how it is woven into that tapestry. I don't know if I'll expand it much more than this, but I really had fun writing this today and felt like sharing. 😊

You: They did the math.

Me: ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵗʰ

You: What was that?

Me: Nothing.

Me three hours later in a whisper: ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵖʰ

Sinister orrrrb 🟢💚

[Text, reading:] Inside the expensive race to age the slowest Created by entrepreneur Bryan Johnson in 2022, the Rejuvenation Olympics asks participants to try to slow their biological aging rate, which they attempt to do through various approaches, such as exercise or dietary supplements. But some of these tactics are extreme in cost or nature—such as Johnson's regular injections of blood from his teenage son.

Wtf I actually can’t believe it isn’t going without saying for some of you that the Harkonnen were not the folks to aspire to in the parable of Dune.

It should be noted, quoting from their upside-down phone, which they have bothered to photograph every page of their Complete Works tome with to save space on the plane, but haven’t bothered to rotate the pictures of. 💖

My sibling, preparing to launch into a quote from King Lear: This the fuck what he said was -

I know I’m mostly talking to myself, but maybe if you’re hearing it too, then 🥂 here’s to us decorating our corners of time, aspiring to them beautifully, and rising to their occasions, even these ones, even *with* these ones - despite and not in spite of. As Varsha would say, “Regardless, we ball.”

I don’t know what hate is the price of - I suspect it’s the desire for truth. To nest a conviction you need the modality of Other, and its spell is often woven in twigs of this-not-that.

Dualities inherently aren’t quite primary tho, however tempting the flatness of maps is for charting courses.

I don’t know how to defend against purposeful hate any more than a leaf does the sun. I know how and when to open and breathe, and if it kills me then I’ll die.

I love because I can do anything within me, and loving is my favorite. Grief is a fair price for that desire’s maintenance, so I give it.

It isn’t reasonable, that lift, to ask or expect. Nevertheless children are born in & out of us with each new moment that beg our better parents of community.

Strength, grace and discretion are truer than others in me for aunties, shepherds, but I don’t look to make enemies of human constituency.

I so often find myself at a loss how to express and not impress the agony of my community - share in its pain but uplift it in process.

Yesterday three boys jeered something rude in Hindi at me. I smiled and waved at them. They smiled shyly and waved back. We broke the spell of Other like a twig.

Upon closer inspection I am *shocked* and dismayed to report that unfortunately the power had to come from inside me all along.

Now it is 9:30am and I am full of real fruit power look out world. 🏳️‍⚧️💪🏳️‍🌈

2:30am in Dehli. Reunited at long last. Family brain textures poll: chunky applesauce, airplane alfredo ravioli, very small rabid weasels, fizzy seafoam, unspecified gas. Bring to 28.6°N (77.2°E) and simmer on low for 13 days.

I can’t believe I’ll be in Rajasthan this time tomorrow. I’ll miss it here in Queensland so much. 💔

would be so cool to reach 50% today! help me share this around and hopefully it lands on the feeds of some people with $20 to chip in to support trans art

Of all the forges I’ve assembled this one has fought me the most for control. Certainly it’s had the most complex set of psychosocial/environmental variables but a forced air brickpile is a hair(dryer)’s brea(d)th from a campfire. 🤷‍♀️ Only took a YEAR to dial it in, just in time to return to the US 🤦‍♀️

ynicism is first of all a style of presenting oneself, and it takes pride more than anything in not being fooled and not being foolish. But in the forms in which I encounter it, cynicism is frequently both these things. That the attitude that prides itself on world-weary experience is often so naïve says much about the triumph of style over substance, attitude over analysis. Maybe it also says something about the tendency to oversimplify. If simplification means reducing things to their essentials, oversimplification tosses aside the essential as well. It is a relentless pursuit of certainty and clarity in a world that generally offers neither, a desire to shove nuances and complexities into clear-cut binaries. Naïve cynicism concerns me because it flattens out the past and the future, and because it reduces the motivation to participate in public life, public discourse, and even intelligent conversation that distinguishes shades of gray, ambiguities and ambivalences, uncertainties, unknowns, and opportunities. Instead, we conduct our conversations like wars, and the heavy artillery of grim confidence is the weapon many reach for.

I'm exhausted by all the people out there who are trying to prove they're each the most cynical world-weary disillusioned person who's not gonna ever do a fucking thing ever except dump on everything and expect to be admired for that. Wrote about that in 2016:

Was trying to remember why I had mentally bookmarked him and it was because last summer Colombian tabloids spread a rumor he was having an affair with Linda Yepes, a transgender newscaster. Not only did he refuse to deny it but decried transphobia as akin to Nazism

I feel like I’m tunneling up into myself this week getting ready to travel into so many major unknowns. My ego feels dizzy/tender with a kind of liquifying compression. Feel like I’m wearing my heart like a sleeping bag, hopping around Lowly Worm style, bein reckless in goose down on main. 🪿

Have you followed much about Star Citizen? Some of these same people and themes return, but the vision seems…idk more celebratory of a too-familiar flavor of capitalist jingoism. I never played WC, but I’d love to believe what you say about it might be/come true of Chris Robert’s current work too.

Many of you are wondering, yes, sour grapes is an orchiectomy joke.