Dr. Alexa D V. Hoffmann

Asking for me:

I would like to network with creative writers, hobbyist programmers (C++ for now, maybe Java and Python later), and goofball shitposters and comedians (because lulz R important).

Any helpful leads one can throw my way? Trying to build my community here.

Silence

Is

Complicity

Straighten your spine
Speak & live your truth

Full disclosure: I've never been the most social person in person and I largely have little interest in changing that, but I'll talk nonetheless. I just want to keep my mind turned over such that I can find comfort with it. My patience is even more limited than my time.

My mission/vision for my experience on BlueSky is as follows:

To ensure that I can meaningfully engage and network with people whose values I share, with mutually beneficial results; An online space which doesn't grind my fucking gears out on the regular and which I can look forward to browsing.

Hey, all.

I've been dawdling on this for a really long time, but what with the antics I'm seeing on Twitter, I'm thinking I'd better abandon that and move here permanently.

Currently feung-shi'ing my social networks, because I'm getting too old and too damn tired for the antagonism!

Valerie’s Letter Every year on November 5, I post “Valerie’s Letter” from V for Vendetta somewhere. I first came upon it in the graphic novel my sophomore year in college (1991/1992) because of so…

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or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.

– Valerie

fragile and it’s the only thing in the world that’s worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I don’t know who you are, or whether you’re a man or a woman. I may never see you. I may never hug you or cry with you or get

The other gay woman here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I’ll die quite soon.

It is strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish…… Except one. An inch. It’s small and it’s

betraying me, with giving up that last inch.

Oh Ruth.

They came for me. They told me that all my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair. They held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave medrugs. I can’t feel my tongue anymore. I can’t speak.

looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I seduced her. I didn’t blame her. God I loved her. I didn’t blame her… But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn’t live with

Day she sent me roses, and oh god, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life.

In 1988 there was the war…

… And after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.

In 1992, after the take-over, they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out

life, their ambition, all they talked about… And I wanted more than that.

Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in ‘The Salt Flats.’ It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth working on that. We loved each other. We lived together, and on

the hot lights and all the breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I’d go to Gateways or one of the other clubs, but I was stand-offish and didn’t mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their

It sells for so little, but it’s all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us…

… But within that inch we are free.

London: I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind

that people outgrew… Sara did. I didn’t.

In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I moved to London, enrolling at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart, but it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish?

girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss Watson’s class.

Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful.

I sat in biology class, staring at the pickled rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase

write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I will ever write and oh god I’m writing it on toilet paper.

I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl’s grammar. I wanted to be an actress. I met my first

I don’t know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks, but I don’t care. I am me, and I don’t know who you are but I love you. I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a woman. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won’t be able to

Panel 1: Mark Zuckerberg stands on the stage at a Meta all-hands meeting, wearing a little chain and a shirt that says "Cool Dude." "I think our company could use more Masculine Energy," he says into a mic. In the crowd, an employee raises their hand. "Excuse me, Mr. Zuckerberg," the person asks. Panel 2: The person stands up, asking, "By "Masculine Energy," do you mean a mature definition where men in power use their relative strength to protect and uplift those less privileged?" Panel 3: The person continues, "…or a more childish definition where men in power are free to be aggressive and harm others without being held accountable?" Panel 4: Zuck stands silent for a beat. Panel 5: "You're all fired," he says.

"Masculine Energy"

You've heard of the Dachshund, now get ready for the Dachskatze!

This is the only flag I’m flying today. For Janey. #Trumpisacunt Let’s make it trend.

Today is a significant day, the start of four years of resistance. Our daily mission from this point forward will be the unwavering support of the people, exposing any attempt to undermine democracy.

Today, honor a King, not a Felon. #mlkday2025

Last time, Donald failed to honor his oath to protect the Constitution.

This time, he didn't even pretend to make that oath.

This is Dio. She’s very polite #cats

Tinsel the calico cat looks goofily at the camera with her tongue sticking out

In *this* household we’re celebrating Tinsel’s 4th anniversary.

I fostered Tinsel when she was a bag of bones. She was visibly old, stinky, & nobody wanted her. I figured given how rickety she was, she’d be alive < a year, so I just adopted her. Here she is 4 years later, no longer stinky & plump.

I've been thinking to build some "clone" computers, grab a hold of Windows 98, Windows ME and Windows XP, and have a "Wayback Machine" of sorts where I can boot up any of the three and enjoy some nostalgia.

My life as a computer kid was rather interesting even with dial-up or no internet access!

I encourage those with whom these thoughts and reflections resonate or even strike a nerve to grab a hold of a copy of the content at the attached link. Print it or save it to PDF if you can. I have a feeling my words may not be left to stay long on social media.

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