sev @sev@witches.town
Not entirely covered in spikes. Queer cis feminist geek. In the PNW of the US, on unceded Duwamish territory. She/her.
(note this account is way more explicit than my twitter account.)
so I went back to the paperclip game I'd abandoned weeks ago. It turns out I was, like, three minutes away from endgame.
in search of a game prop to 3d-print, I have run across https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:1159652
"Update 3 Now 43.67% more festive than before. Look he brought you a present! It might be death.
Update 2 Now more festive!
Update 1 Now with wings, for those that like their deities winged!
**IMPORTANT*** This is free for anyone to print, but DO NOT USE IT TO CONJURE THE DARK LORD, please. Conjuring of the Dark Lord may cause the world to be destroyed and/or plunged into a thousand years of darkness, please enjoy responsibly."
A friend dropped her kid at my house so she can go to a grown-up function tonight. We sent her off with a loan of one laser tag pistol and a pair of six-inch knee-high platform boots.
I'm looking forward to hearing how her evening goes.
Sometimes it's good to just put the soundtrack to Hellraiser on your headphones and try to solve a Rubik's Cube, while imagining that if you succeed, you'll open a portal to some sadomasochistic hell.
aaaaaaaaa Bluebeard's Bride.
Who wants to play a horror roleplaying game? One that's dark and tragic and yikes?
Listening to all this policing of "queer" -- and I really don't disagree, for the most part.
But I also think of my mostly-IDs-as-straight friend and how he's clashed with queer gatekeepers over the years and now that his partner of thirty years is out as genderqueer (surprising absolutely no-one) and I wonder how we could have supported him better over the years, while his queerness wasn't his to disclose, while neither of them *had the words yet* to explain who they were.
Gulp. I sent a couple of messages today expressing interest in things that are largely outside my comfort zone. And so now I'm compulsively checking for responses every few minutes...
*biting my tongue*
*biting my tongue*
don't pick fights don't pick fights don't pick fights
I really don't have the time or the inclination to *explain* things to people right now so I really just shouldn't start.
my entire upper body is sore and I'm not sure which aches to attach to which of my various recent activities. I have had a *delightful* past several days, y'all. <3
I am not picking fights on tumblr I am not picking fights on tumblr I am n...god help me, I am picking a fight on tumblr.
Oops.
(three jews, four opinions. Maybe it won't turn into a fight. But boy howdy I've been on tumblr for years and this is the first time I've so-overtly disagreed with anybody.)
There is no alternative universe in which I wanted to be Kenny Loggins, no matter how much fun it is to belt out "Footloose" along with the radio in the car. With no passengers and all the windows rolled up.
Hey so, there's been a bit of a kerfuffle with Patreon lately after a terms of service change that threatens all sex workers
There's now an open letter to Patreon to please not do that http://www.openlettertopatreon.com/
The idea of folks losing their livelihood overnight for reasons I cannot see as justified is terrifying, and there's no Patreon alternative either.
There's that alternative universe where I decided that John Travolta was my north star...