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Dec. 7th, 2025 01:48 pm
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WHERE THE HELL IS MY ROLL OF 3” WIDE BLACK ELASTIC?!?!! I’ve searched all the usual places, but no luck. The next time I go upstairs I will ask Clovis Devilbunny for help finding it, which means I’ll find it, but it’ll be someplace weird. 

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I’ve been looking for a full-skirted black wool coat, because mine is about 5” too small. The coats I’ve found are either not in my size, not the style I want, or synthetic wool. I’m boggled that I can’t find what I want, because they were plentiful in thrift stores just a few years ago. And I’m not even looking for one with a fur collar, because I have multiple vintage real fur collars that I can wear with a coat. 

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First a preface. I've written here several times about going up Aurora Ave., AKA State Road 99. It's a thirty-mile strip of car culture hell that extends from not quite downtown Seattle north into Snohomish County. It's basically a long, narrow blight zone that'll make anyone with any esthetic sensibility at all want to stick forks in their eyes.

But what if the stores were bigger and the place looked less seedy, as I've heard Aurora did fifty or sixty years ago? What you would have then is Federal Way, WA, about eight miles south of SEA airport, which is in turn well south of Seattle.

Sure, it isn't as soul-crushing as Aurora, but why even go there*? Because as of yesterday it's the end of the line for Sound Transit light rail's 1 line! That's right, three bucks and an hour get you from Seattle's U District all the way to Federal Way.

Assuming, of course, that some fool driving on Rainier Ave., the longer of the two at-grade sections of the 1-line, doesn't get in a wreck. I spent half an hour at Sodo looking around at my fellow passengers, texting the Tickler to let them know I'd be late for dinner, and wondering what was going on later at the Monkey Loft a few blocks away. Those at-grade sections, by the way, are the reason we can't automate our light rail as Vancouver did theirs. If I were Imperatrix Mundi they'd be elevated or, better, in cut-and-cover tunnels, and the NIMBYs would get mulched.

But! Onward and southward eventually to three new stations: Kent/Des Moines**, which is one block from Highline College. College kids are transit users, so the location of that station is absolutely correct. The next station is Star Lake; I hadn't known Star Lake existed until I read about the new stations. I guess they had to put a station somewhere.

And then Federal Way, where they put the station on the western edge of an agglomeration of big box stores and strip malls. The urbanist in me wishes they'd put it in the middle, but Sound Transit built a parking garage for the station. I can think of two reasons for this: we can expect Federal Way to be the end of the line for a long time, and it's so damn sprawly out there that suburbanites are justified in clinging to their cars for the last few miles. The sensible place for a parking garage is in a less crowded spot right next to I-5, right where it is.

Indeed, even before this latest extension, much of the 1 line's route at the northern and southern ends hugged I-5. It was probably the easiest place to get the rights of way; I know that's why there's no light rail on Aurora.

Is there new housing in Federal Way within walking distance of the station? Yup. Sanity comes to the suburbs, bit by bit.

How long did it take the Tickler to drive from their place in Tacoma to pick me up? Twenty-two minutes, baby. The drive from their place to mine is nearly ninety minutes in early evening traffic.

But! What's actually in Federal Way? Strip malls! Including one about fifteen blocks from the train station where nearly every business is Korean, including about half a dozen restaurants. The Tickler had done their homework and selected one for us named Moobongri. Not fancy, and not barbecue***, with Korean balads on the TV, but all about the tasty noodle soups. I wasn't brave enough to order the pork blood sausage, but the Tickler was. It's a bit chewy, so they ended up eating extra banchan. Would nom again, or would nom again at any of the gazillion neighboring restaurants. Ironically, parking is a bit tight there, so carpool.

But that was the early evening. What about the rest of the evening? I ended up taking the train to the bus to Ballard, where I shook my booty to a lady DJ named Leira and Riz Rollins. Lovely choonz but I went home at midnight because I'd woken up early and my third cup of caffeine was wearing off.

Fun fact: this has been a booze-free weekend by accident. I admit to feeling a lot perkier than I usually do on Sunday morning.



*Ms. Zappy's office was there. That's the only reason I'm familiar with the place.
**I had a friend who lived in Des Moines long ago. Pity she isn't still in this area.
***Korean barbecue really calls for a party of at least four. It's big food.

recovery restriction

Dec. 6th, 2025 12:23 pm
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Says the Sculptor's office, no bike helmet for three months after surgery because it would put pressure on my forehead. Therefore, no bike. More than the liquid diet, the sleeping on my back, and the pain, this is what bums me out. You all know about my relationship with Miss Indigo Bike, right?

They'll give me a special headband so I can wear my glasses. I'm OK with that. Temporarily looking funky is something I don't mind much.

Oh by the way, they answered my mail about recovery on a Saturday. It so wasn't urgent. They're hardcore.

yin and yang, early December edition

Dec. 6th, 2025 07:13 am
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Bad: waking up at 0400...
Good: ...after having fallen asleep around 2030.

Bad: not mustering the energy to go out last night...
Good: ...while it's so windy out that power outages were likely.

Bad: having a long to-do list...
Good: ...that I'm being organized and proactive about and has FFS at the end of it.

Oh, and I have plans for later today for which there is no down side. Consider that a teaser.

The Sculptor hands me a to-do list.

Dec. 4th, 2025 06:57 pm
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I got email this afternoon from the Sculptor's office detailing what all I need to get done before surgery, and when. They told me about it during my office visit, but it remains impressive:
  • A physical exam & EKG from my primary care doc less than 30 days prior to surgery.
  • A dental cleaning less than 30 days prior to surgery. Irony: my next cleaning is scheduled during my recovery in San Francisco anyway.
  • Some lab tests, to be done March 30th, 2026. Yes, they gave me the exact date.
  • Ground transportation. The cost is included in what I'm paying the Sculptor, but I still have to arrange it. And it's for me alone; no one gets to come with me.
  • Speaking of cost, I owe them the balance by Jan. 28th. I think I'll let that sit in my account to accrue some interest for a few weeks.
They sent me request forms for the labs and ground transpo, plus a letter for my PCP and wire transfer instructions. It's all very organized.

This is significantly more than I had to do before either the previous work on my face or my sex reassignment surgery. Mind you, I'm fifteen years older than I was for SRS, but still. I get the distinct impression that the Sculptor is leaving less to chance than most. Maybe there's at least one interesting if not terrifying story as to why.

It occurs to me that this sort of thing isn't for anyone with poor executive function.

It also occurs to me that if I can't get cardiac or other clearance, you'll be able to hear the wail from Tacoma. Yes, I'll get my money back, but.

Nun submits to SEAF!

Dec. 3rd, 2025 04:56 pm
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No, that's not dirty.

I submitted (an image of) "Dysphoria Devil" to the Seattle Erotic Art Festival. Well, to the exhibition store anyway; I chickened out of submitting to the actual exhibition. I have two prints ready to go. If both sell, I'll get a whopping $36. If not, I have to pick them up, which is going to be a problem because...

...I belatedly realized that SEAF happens less than a week after I'm supposed to have surgery on my face. It is to laugh. I may be designating someone to pick them up, or better in my opinion, donating them to SEAF. I know the latter is an option because a print that I really wanted last year got donated by an artist and snatched up by a volunteer before I could buy it.

Calling "Dysphoria Devil" erotic is stretching things a bit. It's about what it's like to be trans, and I hope to Goddess that nobody takes it as a fetishization of trans women, because that isn't how I meant it. But what it really means is out of my hands once other people see it.

So that was terrible

Dec. 1st, 2025 02:46 pm
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Last night, probably around 4 or 5am, I woke up with awful chills. Chills that caused muscle spasms and left me wanting to be put in a coma, because the pain level swung between 7-9. The Stroppy One went and microwaved every buckwheat pillow, put them on me, layered me in blankets, and then took my temperature. Which was normal, so I have no idea why this happened. I did end up having some nausea, but that's probably because I took my Wegovy shot earlier that evening, and I always have nausea the night of.

Oh, and I never got back to sleep. So I'm punchy, kinda-sorta have vertigo, and am in pain because of the terrible muscle cramps last night, all while working! Yeah, the excitement never ends.

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In shallow capitalist consumption news, we actually went to a mall on Saturday. We didn't want to, but the Stroppy One needed new shoes, so he needed to go to the Dr. Martens store and try things on. While he was doing that, I scooted over to the MAC store and bought the last tube of "Cyber" lipstick that they had. I was waited on by an ADORABLE goth girl, who was all aflutter about my entire look. At one point she made a little bowing action and declared me her queen. That was nice. 

After I bought lipstick, I joined the Stroppy One at the Dr. Martens store aaannnnnnnd ended up adding some things to the purchase: the Dr. Martens Elphie II Wednesday shoes and a version of this purse that has a black ruffle around the edge on the front. While I'm trying to use smaller purses because less size = less weight = my shoulders don't get as cranky, I have the pink one of this, and I've learned not to overpack it. Also, it will be super useful for the big company kick-off week-long meeting in January, because I've learned I need to have a decently sized notebook with me at all times.  

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Good god almighty, I feel terrible.

Nun savors a schadenfreude sandwich.

Nov. 30th, 2025 07:55 am
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I went to the Mercury briefly last night, briefly because I started yawning even before 2300, even with a nap and extra caffeine yesterday. I spread the news about my impending surgery, natch.

But what really got my attention was [personal profile] jengalicious's ex, who arrived alone. Nobody even spoke to him that I saw. Sure, I've been coming alone to the Merc for twenty-three years, but I always find someone to talk to. If this becomes a trend I may dance a stompy or spider-plucking jig. Dude, have you tried not being a terrible person? It's a choice.

Oh: Frankie & Jo's oatnog flavor – vegan "ice cream", if you'll recall – is pretty great! Ah luv me some egg nog, and this is the kind I could share with, for example, the Tickler.
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Hello, friends! It's about to be December again, and you know what that means: the fact I am posting this actually before December 1 means [staff profile] karzilla reminded me about the existence of linear time again. Wait, no -- well, yes, but also -- okay, look, let me back up and start again: it's almost December, and that means it's time for our annual December holiday points bonus.

The standard explanation: For the entire month of December, all orders made in the Shop of points and paid time, either for you or as a gift for a friend, will have 10% of your completed cart total sent to you in points when you finish the transaction. For instance, if you buy an order of 12 months of paid time for $35 (350 points), you'll get 35 points when the order is complete, to use on a future purchase.

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Thank you, in short, for being the best possible users any social media site could possibly ever hope for. I'm probably in danger of crossing the Sappiness Line if I haven't already, but you all make everything worth it.

On behalf of Mark, Jen, Robby, and our team of awesome volunteers, and to each and every one of you, whether you've been with us on this wild ride since the beginning or just signed up last week, I'm wishing you all a very happy set of end-of-year holidays, whichever ones you celebrate, and hoping for all of you that your 2026 is full of kindness, determination, empathy, and a hell of a lot more luck than we've all had lately. Let's go.

It's tough all over.

Nov. 29th, 2025 07:44 am
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I spent a couple of hours yesterday at the annual Buy Nothing Day gathering at the home of my grad school classmates E & G. Yes, they're doing all right aside from G's back, but:
  • Their kid hasn't launched.
  • E has noticed that the younger generation is facing hurdles that would be ridiculous if they weren't enraging.
  • E observes that the job market, even in the tech industry, is ass. Welcome to America, nerds.
Yeah, all those bullet points sound awfully familiar. Aside from being a transgender lesbian sadomasochist, I'm them. On the one hand, it feels good not to be alone. On the other, damn, I wish things were going better for them.

There was a table full of young trans adults. That's right: E & G have at least one trans kid. I wish I could claim responsibility, but I haven't been in their lives enough for that. Good on E & G for being decent about it.

Classmate L's son, who was dubbed the Widget right around the time of his birth, is over 30 with a kid of his own. How does this keep happening? Yeah, I know how it happens, but you know what I mean. L's ex, who also went to school with all of us, has been all over the local raver & Burner events for years. I resisted the temptation to mention him.

Oh: there was one dude there who I thought had done something absolutely unforgivable long ago. I need to find out what is, or was, up. Luckily, E proposed coffee.

Got my early evening date cancelled due to date's illness. Le sigh. Did not go out because, honestly, I didn't feel like it. I'm not adjusting well to the cold & dark this year.

what to do with a long weekend

Nov. 27th, 2025 06:40 pm
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I have slept for eleven out of the last twenty-four hours, and now that I think about it, thirteen out of the last thirty hours. I mean, I haven't been staying up really late or getting up really early since last week. What's going on?

Edited to add: no happy lamp today because I slept well past sunrise. Also, I've only had one cup of tea today. Gosh, that may explain everything.

Obligatory where to get my stuff post

Nov. 26th, 2025 04:39 pm
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I’ve got a Publications page, but some of the books there are out of print, and I don’t expect people to shell out for single issues of a magazine just because I’ve got a story in it. But the holiday shopping season has started disturbingly early this year, so here’s me getting in on it. Here’s where to get books that I have stories in, including the just-released Shakespeare Adjacent anthology:

Shakespeare Adjacent, an anthology of Shakespeare homages from 2 Jokers Publishing. My story, “Bitter Waters; or, the Villain’s Appointment” (that link goes to an opening excerpt) sets Much Ado About Nothing in a future Columbia Gorge (further) altered by climate change.

Two Hour Transport 2, an anthology of short fiction by writers associated with the SFF reading series of the same name–including me, as well as Nisi Shawl, Karen Joy Fowler, Eileen Gunn, and many other writers I’m delighted to share a TOC with. My story, “Song of the Water People,” is told from the point of view of a pod of Southern Resident Killer Whales who live in the Salish Sea.

From Bayou to Abyss: Examining John Constantine, Hellblazer is a collection of articles about everyone’s favorite morally gray magician. I had great fun researching real-world occult antecedents for the stuff we see John (and others) do in the comic, though real-world occultists would (justifiably) say that I just scratched the surface. Hey, I had a word count. Lots of other fun essays in here too.

Retellings of the Inland Seas, an anthology of short fiction placing Ancient Greek stories, myths, and legends in speculative settings. My story, “The Sea of Stars,” examines how sailors of the 5th century BCE might deal with a communication that seems to come from the gods.

Future Games, an anthology of short fiction on the themes of gaming and sport. My story “Kip, Running,” which originally appeared in the webzine Strange Horizons, is included, along with stories by Cory Doctorow, George R.R. Martin, and Kate Wilhelm.

Share and enjoy!

ravey vicissitudes

Nov. 26th, 2025 12:37 pm
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I hit the Blue Moon for another open decks night, and it was a very mixed bag: either excellent or couldn't-wait-for-it-to-end, nothing mediocre. Ah well, you get what you pay for, which in the strict sense of cover is zero in this case. (Yeah, I always get at least one beer because I want the night to stick around.)

There are only two regular open decks nights in the whole city, the aforementioned and one just south of town in White Center. Brit Jean, the promoter at the Blue Moon, proudly points out that hers is at least twice a month. The other is only monthly.

I may be indulging in (even?) more bleepy goodness than usual in the next month or two: a favorite venue is about to get demolished for redevelopment. Brit uses it a lot, but she seems to be taking everything in stride. She points out that it's a minor miracle that it lasted as long as it did.

Very much looking forward to a long weekend starting in four and a half hours. Sleep, outings, and Shin Black ramen with seitan.
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My story “Bitter Waters; or, the Villain’s Appointment” is out now as part of the Shakespeare Adjacent anthology from 2 Jokers Publishing!

If you backed the Kickstarter, first of all, THANK YOU. Secondly, rewards are being disbursed–see the publisher’s updates on KS for details there.

And, you can order a printed or digital copy of the book, here! Happy reading!

Relation and reciprocity

Nov. 25th, 2025 10:37 pm
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I was going to get this up yesterday, hence the category, but didn’t finish it until today. Yesterday wound up being super busy, including onboarding for one of those contractor gigs where you have to set up accounts on several different platforms in order to work. It’s a setup that both makes me feel old, and reminds me of my library days when we had four different systems crosswalking just to accurately convey our journal holdings to patrons.

I was also finishing up reading Robert Moor’s new book In Trees, in order to review it for Library Journal. Like a lot of nature-oriented books I’ve read recently, Moor comes in heavy on themes of relationality and reciprocity. These aren’t novel, exactly, but I’ve noticed them getting more emphasis ever since Robin Wall Kimmerer’s excellent and affecting Braiding Sweetgrass, which many of these books (Moor’s included) cite as an influence.

It influenced me as well, both when I first read it and during the first year of the COVID-19 pandemic, when I managed to escape the stuck-at-home-staring-at-screens phenomenon by taking off for nine months to Wilderness Awareness School. Constant masking and daily temperature checks notwithstanding, it was still a better way to spend those nine months than just about anything else I could imagine. I got to be with people. And trees.

It was an immense privilege, and it shouldn’t be. As people in the Immersion program itself pointed out, having to actively seek nature connection, as though we aren’t all connected to nature all of the time whether or not we’re aware of it, is indicative of a problem, one that has deeply pragmatic and material effects. I do happen to believe that sitting under a tree once in awhile or just noticing the birds outside the window are Good for us as humans, but as I’ve written before, not doing these things makes it so much easier not to notice that we’re driving the world off a cliff. The planet has survived mass extinctions before, but there’s a reason why some writers describe our current situation as the Sixth Extinction. And if we keep going like we have been, we’re going to kill off the species that make our own existences possible. Humans are the most adaptable creatures to ever live on Earth—I feel pretty confident saying that, despite the length of time life has existed on this planet. But whether we can adapt to the circumstances we ourselves are now creating is an open question.

And even if we could, the situation still sucks. I think people know it, too; it’s one reason fake AI stories about wild animals doing charming things are so popular on social media, to my everlasting consternation. My theory goes something like this: so many of us humans are so disconnected from the world in which we live that we view it as fundamentally unknowable outside the narrow slice that we understand. This makes us uncomfortable, so we gravitate toward relatable stories that present realities we find intuitively comprehensible. (This is also why fake news is both so seductive and so prevalent.) But precisely because of that disconnection, we aren’t equipped to recognize the unreality when we encounter it, and the people spreading it have a vested interest in not describing it as fiction.

Kimmerer talks a lot about reciprocity in Braiding Sweetgrass and in her more recent book, The Serviceberry. In its most fundamental and accessible form, this is the simple act of recognition of the necessary give and take within which each of us exists. We live, so we gotta eat. Sooner or later, other things will eat us. From this everything else flows. We exist and participate in a web of relationships whether we know it or not; this is as observable as the raccoons raiding our trash cans. Taking the time to make those observations begins for many of us as a conscious act, but the more you do it, the more habitual it becomes, the more you notice, and the more those connections become a thing that you’re aware of.

It’s a simple, small thing, but it changes so much. Among other things, it rejects the framing of human and planetary survival as a matter of completely abandoning modern ways of life. (Good luck getting people to do that, anyway.) Even people living in places so remote that calling them off grid is to understate the case have cell phones.

The hard part is getting this to happen on a big enough scale to make an actual difference, and creating space for people to do the things that will effect change. One of the first things you notice once you start seeing existence this way is how much capitalism in its current form makes everything into a state of emergency. What better way to ensure that no one has time to even notice what’s wrong, never mind do anything about it? Back in the late 1990s a book came out called Simple Things Won’t Save the Earth. That title was a response to the idea that individual consumer choices would make even the smallest dent in responding to the actual emergency then and now in progress.

So why would such a simple, small thing as a change in perception be any different?

I don’t really know, to be honest. It’s something I’ve been mulling over for at least five years, now, and probably longer.

But I do think it’s necessary, and inevitable. I’m just hoping it happens at a significant enough scale, before it really is too late.

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Nov. 25th, 2025 11:13 am
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- My endoscopy and colonoscopy came back all clear, yay! 

- I expected to sleep after coming home from the procedures. AHAHAHAHAHAHA no my body didn't want to cooperate. And I certainly didn't sleep during the hours of drinking the prep solution. I ended up being awake, with the exception of the procedures, for something like 36 hours. 0/10, do not recommend.

- The Madwoman in the Attic, during her usual meandering around the internet, found this fabric. She told me how many yards I needed for the high collar dress, and I gleefully bought some. Glow in the dark bats!

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