kiva (is writing a trans novel)

It's time for Sacrifice (Part 2 of 3)!

Today, we get more magical theory with Nora, and we get more extremely horny sex with Therese. Who knew she just needed a muscle girl with an assertive personality to turn her to jello?

www.scribblehub.com/read/1958646...

archiveofourown.org/works/752217...

Now that you're all at a loose end from watching the #seahawks kick some ass, why not chill with @zoestorm.bsky.social's conversation with us about writing, and what's great to read right now?

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only slightly ironically,

11 years ago, the Seahawks lost the Super Bowl on an insane goal line interception that opened a vortex to the McDonald’s Nazi hell we’ve lived in since. Tonight, with the Patriots defeat, we usher in the age of Woke 2

perhaps the universe is healing

They're saying that trans women writers don't belong in literature and genre fiction, that we have an "unfair advantage" because we're "too hot and interesting"

the draft of wyffh 31 is DONE

28k words

I don’t know whether you should expect it tomorrow. might need two days. I kind of want to actually edit it for once.

It's time for Sacrifice (Part 2 of 3)!

Today, we get more magical theory with Nora, and we get more extremely horny sex with Therese. Who knew she just needed a muscle girl with an assertive personality to turn her to jello?

www.scribblehub.com/read/1958646...

archiveofourown.org/works/752217...

Just late is all. 😅

Trauma

You call it talking to yourself, I call it community theater for one

Hopefully that's clearer.

If you need to find me, you know where to find me; my presence in the online world is not exactly hidden or difficult to track, and it hasn't been for ten years.

But I'm opting out of the illusion of connection and meaning.

If you want to know me? Go read my novel.

So, fuck it. I'm done. That emotional energy could be better spent on almost anything else.

I like talking to people. I like talking to you, perhaps! but that's what Signal or Discord or DMs or even like, real life face to face talking is for.

We don't need a stage to shout our conversation from.

Every minute i spend crafting the perfect post here is a minute i don't spend on

* my novel
* having real conversations
* telling someone i love them
* making my life and the lives of others materially better

And the reward for choosing posting is, at best, a fickle round of applause.

it's seductive precisely because it feels like connection and communication. because it feels like community. it isn't.

The notion that posting is not activism? it's true. But you know what else posting is not?

*Anything*.

It's meaningless in every field, not just activist politics.

i couldn't help but notice how much less work i got done when i started using social media again. how slow and clumsy my writing got. how little time i had left for anything else in my life.

i was spending all my creative energy on the bottomless pit of need that is social media performance.

fuck. let me be clearer, and then delete the other thread:

Social media is poison.

This isn't communication, it's busking. This isn't connection, it's performance. We've created the perfect sorting tool for social hierarchy and influence, and we've substituted that for community and mutual care.

Mike Pondsmith Michael Alyn Pondsmith (born April 14, 1954[citation needed]) is an American roleplaying, board and video game designer. He is the founder of R. Talsorian Games and the creator of the acclaimed Cyberp...

So it's Black History Month and that means I think it's a good time to get familiar with Mike Pondsmith, if you're not already.

When you see R. Talsorian Games, that's him. When you see Cyberpunk 2077, that's his world.

Mekton, Castle Falkenstein, also him.

cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/Mike_Po...

You? You need something queer, eldritch, and haunted as fuck in your life. Come check me out.

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Itch: tormentedartifacts.itch.io

##HorrorWritersChat

Brynn laughed. “I’m imagining Ianthe knocking before entering. That woman has seen my naked ass more times than—” She blushed, and her immediate glance down at Therese clearly telegraphed her abrupt awareness of who she was talking to. “Uh, that is, I.” “Rangers are crass and lewd all the time. I get it. Coarseness comes from the top down! Poor manners, instilled by one’s leadership—” Brynn put one hand over Therese’s mouth, laughing, and then moved it aside to continue silencing her with a kiss. They broke apart, and Therese grinned.

i like getting to write silly stuff. i jsut don't get to do it much as i approach the ending.

call your friends more often! hear their adorable voices and tell them how much you love and appreciate them and see how they're doing! 🩷🩷

I am imagining the connoisseur on the streets of Seattle, raising one eyebrow at the offered cigarette, nose slightly wrinkled. The thought is written plainly on their face: what cretinous behavior would lead someone to offer... *this*.

Absolute cigarette sommelier energy.