Kate’s allegedly a human (although increasingly right-wing bigots would say otherwise). She’s definitely not a vampire, despite what some other people claim. She’s also mostly built out of spite and overcoming oppositional-sexism, racism, and other random bullshit.
So she’s either a human or a lizard in disguise sent to destroy all of humanity.
Either way, she’s here to reassure that it’s all fine.
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Well, poo.
Sooooo. Turns out that my trach shave likely screwed my vocal cords. Well, one of them. They can’t be sure. But the timing is suspicious (my voice was okay -> surgery -> voice not okay). And it’s a risk with surgery in that area – the ligaments and such can just get a bit looser…
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Intersections.
I don’t know if I’ve ever scheduled a post before. I’ve never had something in my life I couldn’t really talk about publicly that I’ve wanted to kind of explore and work out and needed some space to write and thing about that I couldn’t just do it. When I was ‘laid off’ from Xebec,…
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On being nice to myself
This has not been proofread, because I’m fucking tired. We got kittens. They’re a delight, but exhausting. Anyway, onwards. I’m not always very good at that. It’s a work in progress, not being an absolute shit to myself about me. It’s funny because everyone else I’ll ignore other peoples mistakes, I’ll let go other people’s…
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Was it safety?
I keep looking back. It’s really hard not to. I’ve entered 2025 which, outside the year when my dad died (then I got dumped, and then I fucked up my nursing course (not y’know, permanently, but I went from being like top of the class to “oh this screwed my grades and I’m busy falling…
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The reality of being trans
I re-ripped all my CDs. Or I thought I did. And then I was looking through the old ‘mp3’ folder on my media server which contains disks which got ripped at some point between about 1999 and 2015 when I decided to start from scratch and re-rip everything to FLAC. And as I’ve gone through…
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Readings
I’ve been reading a lot recently. Not just because I’m in the process of setting up a press; a sentence which when I say it or hear it sounds ludicrous. A dream I’ve had for much of my adult life. No, not that. Not a dream. That’s a thing that might feel achievable. Something that…
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The weight
I’m on holiday, on vacation as my adopted country calls it, mostly a trip to visit home. A trip to see my mother who I deeply miss and who, because of our annoying similarities, drives me nuts. We normally head down to her home to see her, but for a variety of reasons we decided,…
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Anxiety masterpost
Huh. Well. I don’t often y’know, actually write stuff here because I’m too flipping busy. I’ve got so much social stuff going on and so little time to actually think about things that aren’t that, and work, and y’know being a lady of leisure. I mean, that and—and I’ve said this before in a bunch…
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And back again.
We have finally been to NYC. My wife had a conference to go to and so I tagged along because – well, why not use that not-any-more double occupancy on the hotel room? And why not take the opportunity of someone paying for a flight for one of us to go see a city that…
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And that’s how you overwrite a memory
I had an unusual experience a couple of days back. One for which you need to know that as a very cis teenager who was very good at boy, I owned a girl’s school uniform. I went to the same school my older sister did. She actually left school the same year I started. And…