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.)
wtf, anxiety? Just ... cut it out. Sheesh.
Walking in 4" heels is *just* like riding a bike, right? I'm gonna start remembering how this works any minute now...right? Right?
Seriously stupid shoes. Also, the elastic that holds the buckle isn't stretchy at all anymore, so these are going to disintegrate right off my feet any minute.
"When in doubt, go eighties," said Aynjel , so this is definitely to their credit. Not shown: ruffled hem, stupid shoes. https://witches.town/media/zREnmmlfa_1D55uEA80 https://witches.town/media/5J83R5X44FdGEAHSsC4
hey GUESS WHO remembered to brush their teeth BEFORE applying lipstick for once?
ruffles *and* glitter *and* high heels?
oh, hello, intense social anxiety. You're right on time.
You kept me home this time last year but dammit this year we're going to do something different. I've been immersing in solitude for days and now it's time to give some other parts of me a chance.
@starkatt so, I finished my initial playthrough of LKiaB & then I went back to reread what you'd written about it & I think I see at least some of why we had such different experiences of it. For one, I never went back to the Hacker's room after the first, mostly-chaste visit.
Looking back at the game, I find it really *weird* at how carefully the game labels the moral choices for daytime scenes -- but never for the choice-of-where-you-spend-the-night. Most of the conversational options come with an explicitly-labeled judgement, even more often than they come with game-mechanics-guidance. But late-night comes only with the mechanics.
aw, c'mon, now my lunch is just fucking with me https://witches.town/media/EJgDWo-jQniuqPA9viU
playing the sexy IF when my lovers are out of town ... I've made more foolish decisions, but I'm definitely too distracted to think of when, just now.
I would like to stop being *surprised* when I find that a clothing brand only makes clothes up to $my_size, that will be too small even if that size fits me in other brands.
This whine brought to you by me returning yet another pair of shorts that doesn't fit and doesn't come any bigger. (and omg would somebody please make shorts for fat girls that aren't butt-ugly. Sigh. Another summer of skirts, it appears.)
and now my bachelor weekend begins! everybody's out of town so I'm going to stay up all night & play video games.
next re-reading The Devil and Deep Space, the next novel under #Jurisdiction -- which, as best as I cam remember, is all about how long it can take for things to come home to roost. For all that this series has been about the lack of real justice under a corrupt regime, this novel is a turning point-- some things actually are inevitable. But it's not clear that justice is one of those things.
Also, corruption throws sand into all the works, especially the work to replace corruption.
This stuff has totally ruined me for tomato salsas. And it's made in small enough batches that often the co-op is sold out. So *this* is one of those weeks where everything tastes boring, maybe next week everything will taste good again.
*feeling loved*
A brief series of undemonstrative lovers mostly broke me of the habit of holding hands. I wonder if I can get that back?
Daydreaming about kisses.
Spending time with people who actually appreciate me is good & wonderful in itself and also a nice antidote to the petty resentments of Friday. Feeling cherished.
(Also enjoying that feeling of having been piggily greedy & happily indulged. Yum.)
In Hour of Judgement we are reminded what "unsupportable" actually means. At this point under #Jurisdiction the reader and protagonist are both a bit numb, so it's time to personalize the stakes.
This book is the hardest for me to reread. Because the anguish we see in the first hundred pages isn't Koscuisko's, but that of people helpless under Bond. Even when his options are constrained by the systems in which he operates, K. never loses personal agency to the extent the bond-involuntaries do.
My second pride parade was in the early nineties. So, big already, since it was SF, but not corporate to the extent it is now. I marched with a bi contingent...don't remember exactly which org. When we saw somebody standing on the sidelines we recognized, we'd run over & try to pull them into the parade to march with us. If they did, we'd chant "we recruit! We recruit!"
I don't feel like we could get away with that nowadays. For a variety of reasons.