Precious Cargo

Okay, so I promise I have an explanation for this. I don’t promise it’s a good one. The explanation is that first we were discussing the sexist bullshit associated with cargo pants. TL;DR: Apparently women’s purses are terrifying vectors for terrorist acts on sports stadiums, whereas men’s pockets, even if large enough to contain an …

Bluebird edits and tweaks

Spent today doing an edit of Bluebird to make sure the timeline and plot points work properly across all the parts of it – I started that one a long time ago, and with no intention of continuing it, and now the world has gotten a lot more detailed! I also wanted to put the …

Grist

Part seven of BluebirdPrevious Today I submitted my designs for the new prototypes to my Queen.  It did not go well. It’s hard to gather my thoughts after she’s through with me.  When I enter her presence, I feel her grip on me in every molecule of this machine.  Even when her attention is elsewhere, …

Thunderhead

Meet Jeremiah and Eric. As all art imitates life, the house they live in is very much inspired by a number of places I’ve lived, and these two are made up of the men I’ve lived with and loved. Jeremiah, the Lurch-lookin’ motherfucker on the left, is so literal a depiction of an old boyfriend …

False Idol

We must die in the desert. Again. We must die in the desert. She signs it again. He carries the glass child across the sand without looking at her.  The sun that flashes off her skin hurts his eyes. Missing the signs shaped by her insistent hands is a side benefit. He’s thirsty.  The fact …

Precept: Creation is Instinctive

I spent all day getting tattooed, so I’m super wiped out, which means you’re getting something fairly weird today. I was trying to produce something visual and vaguely story-like entirely in unattributed dialogue. I find dialogue easier to write than straight narrative, because I grew up playing MUDs and roleplaying online. This means that in …

On Name-Calling: What does it mean to be deadnamed?

What’s in a name? Your name is a peculiar form of public-use private property, in that it unmistakably belongs to you, and you can legally defend where and how it’s used… But at the same time, your name is not for you. It exists because other people need something to call you. If you were …

100 – Small Game

Nothing lofty for the final sonnet; I’m sorry to disappoint you. If there’s one thing you can always rely upon me for, it will be my inability to muster solemnity at the appropriate moments. I’ve been fortunate enough not to have to stand beside many caskets so far in my life, but it’s pretty much …

99 – Lost and Found

This project has been therapeutic for me in a couple of ways – certainly if you’ve been following along at all you’ll notice me dumping my brainweasels all over everywhere, so it’s cathartic if nothing else. The more I do, and the more I force myself to see that I do, the more I acquire …

98 – The Lying Machine

This started out as advice my therapist gave me, when I complained about being unable to trust myself. It’s difficult to make good decisions when I’m very aware of how profoundly trauma has shaped my worldview and the way I interpret what happens to me. If I can’t get good data about what’s going on …