I decided to go with this dress for Christmas with my girlfriends.

I felt like trying on festive colors today.

I have about a week to finish a short story about mourning, community, and reciprocity so I can submit it to a queer anthology. Will I work on that today, or will I just be blah all day long?

I fucking love this whole getup. I just wish I had the tits that it demands.

I got this at a Pride event, and I felt surprisingly cute considering I just put it on to lounge around the apartment.

I especially like this outfit.

It is insane how pretty I am.

Every day I have at least one moment when I look in the mirror and can't believe I get to look like this.

It's supposed to represent the triumph of life and freedom over wealth.

I still can't believe I get to look like this.

I took these on the anniversary of my first dose of estrogen.

This passage is from "Lavondra Ortega, and the Summer of Queer Wrath", and it's about militant antifascism, community mourning, and youth liberation among other things.

I've been working on a collection of stories about post-collapse societies called "One Hundred Years of Rebirth" since April 2022. This is one of my favorite passages (two more screenshots in the comments) and I'm kind of debating making a Patreon or something soon.

They're so cool I decided to join the club.