of drinks & dollars

Feb. 20th, 2026 07:01 am
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Drinks with the latex folks. We three trans women ended up in the corner together. I didn't have a good view of the sweet young(er) things in their shinery finery, but I did laugh a lot. Je ne regrette rien.

The bus location seems to be unusually imprecise lately. This meant running to catch one, which makes a little latex dress ride up. Good thing it was cold and I was wearing a long, puffy coat.

Got tax refund. Nuked debt and banked the rest because I have a funny feeling I need to keep my powder dry. Never mind how I feel about giving a zero-interest loan to this particular "administration"; you bet your butt I itemize deductions.

Thankful Thursday

Feb. 19th, 2026 04:25 pm
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Today I am thankful for...

  • Getting Scarlett-the-Carlet back (hopefully today, assuming I didn't misunderstand the phone call from the dealer). NO thanks for (folding scooter)Lizzy getting a flat tire.
  • Naproxen. NO thanks for my lower back.
  • The microscopic fungi that make bread, booze, and blue cheese. Also the mostly macroscopic ones that produce edible mushrooms and other delights.
  • Naomi's book finally getting a review. It's a start.

Accomplishments, sorta?

Feb. 18th, 2026 06:33 am
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  1. I've discovered that after a night's sleep I feel way better in my joints & muscles if I stay in the uncompressed middle of the mattress. I should probably rotate it.
  2. Yeah, orgasms are easier to come by lately. Is it longer days or lower estrogen levels? Tune in next winter.
  3. I've successfully done business correspondence in Esperanto. And why? Because I was trying to order the news monthly Monato, which is published in Belgium, and payments between North America and Europe are a pain.
  4. Edited to add: spent Monday and part of last night cleaning house. Nobody's coming over, but it was time.
  5. Edited to add some more: definitely making progress on the Burning Man Checklist of Doom.
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Over the weekend, I got the news that two members of extended communities that I’m part of had passed on.

Mike Lee, I never met in person. He taught non-classical gung fu—the style developed by my own teacher, Jesse Glover, and there’s a great deal more to that story—in Chicago, and we only ever interacted over Facebook. We had several friends in common, however, from the shared martial arts community of people who knew Jesse, or who knew Bruce Lee. Or both. The man I saw on social media had that mix of genial presence and essential physical confidence that I associate with many of the martial artists and fighters I’ve known. In the memories and stories posted by family, friends, and especially students, I was brought back to the passing of my own teacher twelve years ago—not least because he appears in many of the photos and videos that people shared.

I often say that meeting Jesse was one of the most fortuitous events of my life, even though I didn’t properly appreciate it at the time. He was a remarkable man, an excellent teacher (I borrowed several of his techniques for my own library research workshops), and while I never had the drive and discipline to be a great martial artist, I learned so very much about self-defense, about myself, and about the life experiences of people very different from me. It was one of the few true mentoring relationships I’ve ever had in my life. Hearing about Mike and who he was to so many brought it all back.

Tara I mostly knew from the Mercury nightclub, which for many years was basically my living room. I loved goth music and the goth aesthetic, and Tara would greet me at the door when I’d go there to dance several nights a week. She was sarcastic and funny, and cared deeply about goth as a community, not just as a club aesthetic. I’d played my own part in supporting that community, helping to subsidize a café that operated in Seattle’s Capitol Hill for several years and became a meeting place to socialize, often before hitting the clubs. But after a time I moved on to other things, mostly stopped clubbing, and chiefly interacted with the Mercury by scrutinizing the DJs’ posted playlists for new music. I’d heard in a roundabout way that Tara’s health hadn’t been great, but it was still a shock to see, through a mutual friend’s Facebook update, that she’d passed.

If you live long enough, you’ll come to a time in your life when more people you’ve been close to will have died than will still be alive. I wasn’t close to Mike or Tara, exactly—as I said, I never met Mike in person, and Tara’s and my friendship was more one of shared context than anything else.

But I’m fifty-one years old, and there’s more of these ahead of me.

another blast from my past

Feb. 16th, 2026 08:21 am
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Coffee at the mighty fine joint six blocks from my house with grad school classmate E. Yet more discussion of the struggles of parents, this time with ADHD & transness. Confirmed: E is two for two with the trans kids. And you know how Good Sister did nearly all the heavy lifting of taking care of Mom in my family? E is the good sister in her family. It was a beautiful day for a bite out of a perspective sandwich.

I wanted to go out for house music at Flammable, but I woke up too early due to homemade Ma Po tofu on Saturday. Le sigh. Betrayed by my body for the second time this weekend.

And why would I even think of going out on a Sunday night? Because I have the day off and, naturally, a to-do list. More typing when it's done.

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Feb. 15th, 2026 06:22 pm
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Our cold snap is forecast, the coldest yet of the winter. It should happen Wednesday-ish, in a couple days. We've had a lot of warm, which is unusual, and a lot of up and down, which is much more usual. I still have snow, or at least an ice crust over a bit of snow in some areas and a solid two-foot-high platform of compacted snow in others, so I suspect my plants will be fine. In town there's not a lot of snow left, so the snap may be harder on things even though it's more like a zone 4b/5 type snap rather than our proper -40 forecast.

Though goodness knows the forecasts have been very off all winter, so we shall see. Either way I get my shot on Wednesday so I need to remember to plug in the truck. A dead battery will not improve that day.

I've been wading through disability paperwork and taxes. I think I've correctly hit one deadline, though it's a bit ambiguous. Now I'm working on the next, which is mid-March. The paperwork is going to eat my next doctor's appointment or two; I need to remember 1) to make more appointments if they have them (our town lost some doctors so they're booking pretty far out) and 2) to make a note to make an extra two doctor's appointments at this time every year, since it seems like this will be a yearly requirement.

I saw some stats on how many doctors' hours are used on filling out disability forms and have forgotten them. Good thing we don't have a shortage of doctors or anything. I'd hate to have a real issue like having the doctor read and summarize the last years' worth of treatments on a form when the treatment documents are gonna be sent in anyhow to the same person, who can then compare the medical docs, the doctor's description of them, and my description of them to try and find discrepancies... I'd hate to have that displaced by something like my sinus infection or someone's kid's asthma. Not that we test for asthma here, the waits are too long; if an inhaler helps it's assumed and that's where it ends.

Ok.

So you can see why I've been splitting wood and doing pottery. All the above, both doing this paperwork and feeling bitter about it, use up energy. Splitting wood and doing pottery use up energy too but they help my mind quiet down now that I'm out of books I can easily read for free. Between the stormclouds of whatever is going on with my hormonal experiments and the paperwork which reminds me that my support is entirely unsecure, it's not a good time. I've been triaging and doing this extra stuff, but my baseline is sliding back some. I'm weaker. I shake and fall unexpectedly occasionally. Bladder control is reducing again. To the best of my understanding this can be permanent, so I should stop, but.

Gotta live somehow, right?

Anyhow, I made two teapots thinking of my aunt. Teapots are complex, there are 2-3 pieces thrown on the wheel to assemble, one part pulled, lots of careful angling and cutting. I made these in dundee clay, which is horrific to work with. It took all my concentration and let me go inside the process. It's a break, a space without noise.

(I'd like to make a tree menorah but I don't yet have the skill)

I put green body stain in a bucket of white reclaim and marbled some of it into M370 and made a couple test mugs. I have very little idea how much body stain I was supposed to use so I need to fire these before going further.

I started making seed jars, thrown as one piece closed forms. These are exacting, and require precision and thought. Everything needs to fit, and it's harder to fix things afterwards.

Then today, after the seed jars from the last week, I went into the studio in town. I'm making an effort to be there on Sundays because then other people come and it can be social, and it's probably best if I exchange human voices with someone who isn't my doctor or disability police. No one else came and I marbled some tucker's red, coffee, and M370 together and made some craggy sliced bowls -- 7 of them -- and two cups, one of which is the slurpee-cup-sized cup I started all of this out with in the beginning, when I wanted to gain the skill to make something that big.

I have the skill now, though I never made a handleless cup for this purpose since I got distracted and didn't come back to it.

Making something without any shape requirements except "kinda cup-like" with no pieces that need to fit together was so straightforward and comfortable. I think the bowls will be pretty, too.

It's just not advisable for me to keep doing this until the other stuff is done. If my baseline slips too far I won't be able to do it at all, and then I'll still feel bad but without the option to overstep. And I need to rest up for spring. I need to start my tomatoes soon and that decision matrix is pretty demanding.

Spring is coming, though. It was glimmering light before 7 this morning. It'll be nice to go lie down on the ground next to a dog eventually.

I'm stealing the keyboard from my laptop for this. Again I shouldn't; it takes several days to accumulate about an hour's charge, and it doesn't run off the cord at all, so I should save it for disability and medical paperwork only. But here we are: rebellion by making pottery and writing. Story of my life.

I got home from the pottery studio and couldn't get warm or stop shaking. It's better now but I'd better go to bed for real - I do consider a difference between lying in bed in daytime and lying in bed for sleep, though I couldn't explain it.

Second injection soon, and on the wait list to get the ovaries and tubes out. That should take me 9-12 months (?) on the wait list, so we can test the chemical menopause thoroughly and pop me off the list if it's going to go bad. Hopefully I'll be telling you all about the garden soon. How nice would it be to hear a list of the peppers I'm planting instead of this nonsense?

a... something from my past

Feb. 15th, 2026 08:32 am
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But first, and this does come into play later: on Friday evening I got a COVID shot, etc. at CVS, no fuss no muss, a historically normal drugstore experience. There was a time when I would have taken that for granted, but not anymore. Pity CVS is kind of a hike from my place, unlike the cursed Walgreen's.

On to yesterday afternoon. I had coffee with [profile] dianala! Whom I hadn't seen since before the pandemic. She's one of my oldest friends in the Seattle area, and she's also the one who plugged me into MOO and thereby the kink community, LiveJournal and thereby Dreamwidth, etc. So you could say she's had an outsize influence on my life. She didn't work as hard at it as, say, [personal profile] cupcake_goth, but she administered some crucial course corrections at a few points in my life.

We're all living with the aftermath of the pandemic. Her two boys, now young men, have got the 'tism like whoa, and that's basically consumed her life since the pandemic started; the pandemic made it significantly harder. Her husband [personal profile] lister, who I actually think is cool, seems to be fighting depression, and she recognizes that she needs to get out & be more social. I'll do what I can, natch, but neither clubbing nor kink nor bleepy goodness are her thing. There's art, though.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that we've grown in such different directions since the turn of the century – she was the self-styled Big Dyke On Campus back in the early '90s – but I confess to being a little sad about it.

It's funny how she & I have both given into do-gooder impulses: I mainly through Lambert House, and she by starting a non-profit that does micro-grants fast, which is often of the essence. I'm impressed.

Fun fact: the user pic I used was taken in the very early aughts inside what was then [profile] dianala's house.

I went to the Mercury briefly. I enjoyed the Valentine's Day decorations as only [profile] seelenschwester would do them, plus all the femmes femmed up more than usual. (J of A&J fame confirmed my suspicion.) But the COVID shot kicked my butt and I left early. I swung by Pony on the way to the train station; I didn't feel the music, but I did start feeling a sore ankle. That was Goddess telling me to go home already, which I did.

Oh: of course one of the Merc DJs played a song that I first heard at one of [profile] dianala's parties. Kind of perfect, really.

Oh oh: the train to the north end announced itself as a 2 line train*! Hurrah! The automatic station announcements were for stations in Redmond, so the conductor had to get on the PA and give out the real ones for, you know, north Seattle. It is to laugh.



*For you out-of-towners, our light rail network isn't quite networked just yet: the two light rail lines are disconnected. The 1 line runs the length of Seattle and then some, and the 2 line stays on the east side of Lake Washington. That all changes on March 28th, though, when the world's only rail over a floating bridge opens to the public. They were testing things out yesterday. You know I'm psyched about this.

Done Since 2026-02-08

Feb. 15th, 2026 01:08 pm
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Well, happy cheap-filled-chocolates-in-heart-shaped-boxes day, for those in a position to take advantage of it. And I hope that any of you who celebrated yesterday had a good Valentine's day, and that the rest of us got through it okay. It isn't a good day for the bereft. The last few days haven't been all that good for my back, either -- no idea what I did to cause muscle spasms, but I wish I hadn't.

I did accomplish a few things last week: getting my legs wrapped in elastic ("Ace") bandages to reduce the swelling, setting up a trip to the US next month (in time to renew my driver's license), taking three walks (not all that good, but something at least), and one guitar practice session (also not all that good, but something).

For those folks affected, or soon to be affected, by Discord's new age checks, or worried about further enshittification over the next year or three, there are some lists of alternatives under the cut for your edification. Almost all on Friday, along with some more commentary. A couple on Tuesday. Tl;dr: there isn't an obvious drop-in replacement, but Stoat comes close and is under active development.

Also of note: A legendary golden fabric lost for 2,000 years has been brought back: it's made from pen shell byssus, which was previously discarded as waste. The color is non-fading because it's structural. Other good news, EU Parliament 🇪🇺 votes to accept a report, that calls for "the full recognition of trans women as women".

Notes & links, as usual )

Doing A Thing

Feb. 14th, 2026 03:04 pm
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So, I have a little project from the League of Women Voters (yeah, I joined).

I need to look up the voting information on a few towns I've been assigned -- a survey to see how easy or not it is to find accurate local info on how to sign up to vote, when elections are, and where to vote.

It's not a lot, but I figure it's A Useful Thing I can do directly besides keep poking my reps with a metaphorical stick.
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In Search of Wikipedia’s Saviors” by Imogen West-Knights is an interesting take on the crowdsourced encyclopedia at this present moment, when the entity just agreed to terms to receive compensation for having its content leveraged by AI. When I was in library school, Wikipedia was still new enough to be looked at askance by the profession in general, though several people—including some of my classmates—recognized its potential right away. The reminder of what can be achieved by human-scale diligence is timely, as is why certain authoritarian parties would like to see Wikipedia disappear.

Kelly Jensen discusses what’s happening with the Institute for Museum and Library Services in “The IMLS Propaganda Machine Is In Full Swing”. The IMLS is one of those agencies that you’ve probably only heard of if you work in the fields it names, but what’s been going on there in terms of funding and, more troublingly, ideology ought to disturb everyone. It’s yet another example of the Trump administration redirecting funding that for years has served the public to great effect, into a partisan project that primarily serves his own self-aggrandizement.

Tracks, Tracking, and the Urge to See” is a lovely meditation by a fellow tracker on tracking as a fundamental human activity: to discern presence on the landscape through signs left behind, to construct context and ultimately meaning. It was a quest for this kind of connection that led me to tracking ten years ago, and tracking has led me in many ways to where I am now. It’s interesting to me how much tracking is showing up lately in my reading on conservation, environmental stewardship, naturalist field knowledge, and other such topics. Trackers I’ve studied with are contributing to the collection of scientific data, and even publishing papers.

I’ll admit it, the only reason I watched Henry Mansfield’s “Bend Your Knees” video is it was shot at the roller rink a mile from my house, but this song is utterly charming and the video is impressive. Especially the player of the bass drum, who like almost everyone else is doing it on roller skates.

Finally, instead of things I’ve read (except for The Body is a Doorway, which I’ve begun), here are things I’m going to read:



(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)
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(Not our actual tractor. Ours looks like this though.)

Yesterday, we managed to get a Kubota tractor—a big one, with a backhoe attachment—stuck in the mud.

Nine years ago my husband and I bought some rural acreage, most of which is unmaintained woodland. The guy we bought it from had been managing it for timber, sort of, but wasn’t very good at it. (No shade, neither are we.) What we have now is early-stage successional forest with some stands of mature trees here and there, mostly around a large wetland and on some slopes too steep for logging. We also have a number of old logging roads slowly being reclaimed by the forest, though I can attest that once you know how to look for them, this particular bit of infrastructure takes a lot longer to vanish from the landscape than you’d think.

Yesterday we were working on a patch of roadway that we’re trying to keep accessible, both to reach the further extent of our own acreage and enable access to parcels for which this road is the only access. (This concern is mostly academic because nobody’s really using those further parcels for anything except hunting, and hunters tend to walk in.)

This roadway runs along the bottom of a steep hill, at the top of which is where we’re having our house built. This is important because all the runoff from the northwestern side of that hill tends to collect at a particular spot along the roadway. What’s more, there’s a seep nearby; this patch of land never fully dries out, even in summer, when it can go for weeks or even months without raining.

I mention all of this to explain why my husband managed to get the tractor stuck in the mud yesterday. The roadbed we were working on is still pretty solid—it used to hold logging trucks, after all—but off to the sides was all soft mud. He was trying to get around some deadfall that was still blocking the roadway and also pass the truck we’d brought down to haul our tools and other gear.

If there’s a Bingo card for suburbanites trying to adopt country living, I feel like getting your tractor stuck has to be somewhere on it. Fortunately for both us and the tractor, several months ago the guy who did some excavation work for our septic system taught my husband how to use the backhoe attachment to help pull yourself out of such situations. I may have had a minor freakout when one of the tractor’s front wheels left the ground during the operation, leaving me to wonder if the seat belt that, yes, I was wearing would really keep me from falling out if the whole thing tipped over. (My husband pointed out later that his seat, back to back with mine while he operated the backhoe, was even more precarious.)

Yesterday was not the day I found out, thankfully.

The guy who taught my husband that maneuver has since retired and left the state, but if I ever run into him I’m buying him lunch. Today, I’m grateful for people like him helping fish out of water like us.

(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)

Bear tracks

Feb. 13th, 2026 11:04 pm
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Last Friday I commented on Jeff VanderMeer’s essay for Orion, wherein he argued that it’s kind of silly to get obsessed with Bigfoot when there are real actual bears out there doing demonstrably interesting things.

I share VanderMeer’s love of bears, and finding bear tracks and sign is one of my favorite tracking experiences. Bears are genuinely interesting creatures who leave large and noticeable signs on the landscape, and of the mammals one is likely to find sign of in the Pacific Northwest, in a lot of ways they’re similar to us: curious, playful, clever, and willing to eat just about anything.

It’s also easy to see how bear tracks and sign might feed some people’s notions of there being Something Else out there. For example:


(Black bear tracks, Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area.)

Most of us will never get a closeup view of a bear’s feet, though images are easy to come by (I recommend a reliable source such as Kim Cabrera or Mark Elbroch, though—there are some really, really bad track images out there, many of them AI generated). Unless you’re a biologist, naturalist, or hunter, chances are you haven’t given much thought to what bear feet look like. As it turns out, they’re not all that dissimilar from human (though the gait is completely different, and they tend to walk with their toes canted somewhat inward).


(Black bear tracks, Oregon Dunes. In order, from top to bottom: left front, right front, left hind, right hind feet.)

It’s not just tracks that bears leave, of course. I’ll spare you the poop photos, though rest assured, bears do in fact shit in the woods. Depending on the time of year and what’s available foodwise, the contents and consistency vary widely, but there’ll generally be more of it than what’s left by most other animals. They also have a habit of leaving their poop in the middle of trails (rude). Often the same trails humans use. The overlap of human and other-than-human trail use is an interesting subject in itself, which I’ll write about at some point. For now, suffice to say that I’ve had excellent luck placing trail cameras along roadways and walking paths.


(This camera along the driveway on our rural property in Washington State has confirmed the presence of many species, including this black bear.)

But I was talking about other signs that bears leave. An important one is marking on trees with their claws to communicate presence and territory to other bears. I’ve seen these marks in many locations now; this set came from a tree in a forest near Woodinville, WA:


(Bear claw marks on a western redcedar tree.)

Sometimes they can be hard to spot. Douglas fir bark, for instance, is so thick and flaky that you might have to look closely to see the marks:


(Black bear claw marks on a Douglas fir, Methow Valley.)

When I tell people that I’m into tracking, it’s not uncommon for people to make a Bigfoot joke. That got old approximately three seconds after the first time I heard it, but in a way it also highlights something troubling about a lot of people’s interaction with the natural world, and also why I got into tracking in the first place: Bigfoot jokes are an expression of unease over not really knowing what’s out there. Other examples are worries over being attacked by a mountain lion on a hike (supremely unlikely) or being spooked by strange noises in the woods at night (admittedly unsettling, but ordinary animals make more and weirder sounds than most of us realize). Or sharing AI videos of wild animals doing things that wild animals would never do. (A mountain lion is not going to adopt a bunch of house cats. I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to know what the mountain lion would do.)

The thing is, though, not knowing what’s out there is an addressable problem. You don’t need to become a tracker (though it’s fun!) or a biologist. All you really need is some curiosity, a field guide or two, and the willingness to spend some time learning and exploring.


(Tracking can help determine trail camera placement, though, and then you can get cool photos like this.)

You soon find that bears—and other animals—are genuinely fascinating. So are coyotes. And deer. And squirrels. And Northern Flickers. And spiders. And fungus.

Curiosity, after all, is something that we share with bears. And it’s a lot more rewarding than Bigfoot.


(Black bear investigating one of my trail cameras. The camera still worked afterward!)

(Originally posted at welltemperedwriter. You can comment here or there.)
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I took the bus to West Seattle for a munch and, more importantly, to see Blue Moon Lady. Ahem. Victory: it only too me two buses and seventy minutes, instead of the previous three buses and ninety minutes.

It's been ages since I went that far on California Ave., if I ever did. It's got an impressive number of small businesses. i get the impression that West Seattle wouldn't suck as a place to live, except that it's notoriously hard to get anywhere else from there.

Had pleasant chats with kinky folk. Collected kinky stickers. Colored weird drawings. Drank tasty beer at Good Society, which is a microbrewery. Happiness.

I mentioned to BML that I hadn't seen her at the Blue Moon lately. She said I should reminder her via... means I have at my disposal. Go me!

But then it came time to go home. I gave up and called a Lyft because I just didn't feel up to a ninety-minute trip starting at 2100. Le sigh.

Thankful Thursday

Feb. 12th, 2026 02:15 pm
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Today I am thankful for...

  • Finding my lab form and other medical paperwork (right where I left them while packing for my last trip).
  • Getting compression stockings prescribed for my leg swelling, and home care (paid for by insurance) leading up to getting measured for the above. No thanks for the prescription for amlodipine last year that's probably what caused it.
  • Also thanks for the problem being easily treatable and not a symptom of something worse.
  • Getting off my arse and getting plane tickets for a trip to Seattle next month, which includes having lunch with my kids on my birthday.
  • Having a second machine, Panther, that has Python2 on it. NO thanks for Nova suddenly not booting -- it's probably something trivial, but with Panther running I don't need to care this week. (The ancient program I use at the end of my DW posting toolchain is written in Python2.)

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Feb. 11th, 2026 02:16 pm
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Someone I know said, of the killer at Tumbler Ridge, that is unfortunate the killer killed themselves because it deprived the survivors of the ability to enact justice. Which, I guess she was implying that just someone dying isn't enough, which implies torture. Very Victorian. I honestly think I'm going to be sick. Pretty much like when my friend said it would be good for society of sexual abuse survivors could go around in groups and extrajudicially assault people (that friend was silent on whether killing should be allowed).

It's official: I'm an artist.

Feb. 11th, 2026 12:44 pm
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Remember way back in early December when I submitted my art to the Seattle Erotic Art Festival? It’s been accepted! Well, for the exhibition shop, because I was too chicken to submit it for the main exhibition. But still, it feels pretty good. I’m, like, an artist or something.

So now I need to make another a trip to the craft store to get sleeves for my art, and then get them to SEAF. Unfortunately, delivery might not just be a bus trip downtown, and why?

Because I’ll miss SEAF this year in favor of recovering from facial feminization surgery. Yes, which will contain my art piece about gender dysphoria. The irony is not lost on me.

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Feb. 11th, 2026 07:28 am
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There was an American style mass school shooting in tumbler ridge, a small BC town, yesterday.

People have also been very upset about a bunch of gross stuff released through the Epstein files.

In Gaza they have devices that burn hot enough to destroy the corpses of the people they kill, another step away from us ever knowing.

At least in Iran there will be mass graves to dig up later.

When you look at the genes of humans you can see that, long ago near what might be the beginning of homo sapiens -- that date is a target that recedes into the past every time we learn something, so -- they're was a very small population bottleneck where very few breeding adults survived. A couple thousand.

When you read even just Agatha Christie's stories set in post-WW2 Britain it's clear that kind of post-apoc small-group-starting-over fantasy of the world being cleansed after mass death isn't a useful one.

I expect that even with only a thousand humans left we'd find ways to harden into groups, to find it tasteless to appreciate or mourn *them* because *we* were having so much trouble. Well, they would. I would not survive that kind of a population reduction, of course. Statistically no one would.

Movement helps so I stacked wood, I'm through 2/3 cords split and stacked for next winter, but now I can barely move or think. Whiskey comes and snuggles and helps a great deal. But still, now that I've been in bed a few days, I can feel interest in the future evaporating. I don't really have interest in planting tomato seeds.

I think that's the meds wearing off and my ovaries waking up and pumping goo into my mood signals. The goo always wants to convince me that the external world justifies it. Two days ago I was convinced everyone thought I was a super inconvenience and would be annoyed by any reminder I existed. Yesterday was less that and more a nagging feeling I was forgetting to do something very important that I should feel guilty for not having done yet. Lucky for me both feelings were familiar enough that I could place them as ovary-goo related, though that still *feels* incorrect.

There's gonna be a lot of transphobia on the Canadian Internet today. I guess people are already posting pictures of gender-whatever folks from tumbler ridge saying they did it, absent any information. I can't do pottery all day and I'm out of Agatha Christie, and not there-enough to read much else. I do wish more of my comfort reads were audiobooks at the library.

Maybe I should sort through this year's seeds anyhow.
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Back in August of 2025, we announced a temporary block on account creation for users under the age of 18 from the state of Tennessee, due to the court in Netchoice's challenge to the law (which we're a part of!) refusing to prevent the law from being enforced while the lawsuit plays out. Today, I am sad to announce that we've had to add South Carolina to that list. When creating an account, you will now be asked if you're a resident of Tennessee or South Carolina. If you are, and your birthdate shows you're under 18, you won't be able to create an account.

We're very sorry to have to do this, and especially on such short notice. The reason for it: on Friday, South Carolina governor Henry McMaster signed the South Carolina Age-Appropriate Design Code Act into law, with an effective date of immediately. The law is so incredibly poorly written it took us several days to even figure out what the hell South Carolina wants us to do and whether or not we're covered by it. We're still not entirely 100% sure about the former, but in regards to the latter, we're pretty sure the fact we use Google Analytics on some site pages (for OS/platform/browser capability analysis) means we will be covered by the law. Thankfully, the law does not mandate a specific form of age verification, unlike many of the other state laws we're fighting, so we're likewise pretty sure that just stopping people under 18 from creating an account will be enough to comply without performing intrusive and privacy-invasive third-party age verification. We think. Maybe. (It's a really, really badly written law. I don't know whether they intended to write it in a way that means officers of the company can potentially be sentenced to jail time for violating it, but that's certainly one possible way to read it.)

Netchoice filed their lawsuit against SC over the law as I was working on making this change and writing this news post -- so recently it's not even showing up in RECAP yet for me to link y'all to! -- but here's the complaint as filed in the lawsuit, Netchoice v Wilson. Please note that I didn't even have to write the declaration yet (although I will be): we are cited in the complaint itself with a link to our August news post as evidence of why these laws burden small websites and create legal uncertainty that causes a chilling effect on speech. \o/

In fact, that's the victory: in December, the judge ruled in favor of Netchoice in Netchoice v Murrill, the lawsuit over Louisiana's age-verification law Act 456, finding (once again) that requiring age verification to access social media is unconstitutional. Judge deGravelles' ruling was not simply a preliminary injunction: this was a final, dispositive ruling stating clearly and unambiguously "Louisiana Revised Statutes §§51:1751–1754 violate the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, as incorporated by the Fourteenth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution", as well as awarding Netchoice their costs and attorney's fees for bringing the lawsuit. We didn't provide a declaration in that one, because Act 456, may it rot in hell, had a total registered user threshold we don't meet. That didn't stop Netchoice's lawyers from pointing out that we were forced to block service to Mississippi and restrict registration in Tennessee (pointing, again, to that news post), and Judge deGravelles found our example so compelling that we are cited twice in his ruling, thus marking the first time we've helped to get one of these laws enjoined or overturned just by existing. I think that's a new career high point for me.

I need to find an afternoon to sit down and write an update for [site community profile] dw_advocacy highlighting everything that's going on (and what stage the lawsuits are in), because folks who know there's Some Shenanigans afoot in their state keep asking us whether we're going to have to put any restrictions on their states. I'll repeat my promise to you all: we will fight every state attempt to impose mandatory age verification and deanonymization on our users as hard as we possibly can, and we will keep actions like this to the clear cases where there's no doubt that we have to take action in order to prevent liability.

In cases like SC, where the law takes immediate effect, or like TN and MS, where the district court declines to issue a temporary injunction or the district court issues a temporary injunction and the appellate court overturns it, we may need to take some steps to limit our potential liability: when that happens, we'll tell you what we're doing as fast as we possibly can. (Sometimes it takes a little while for us to figure out the exact implications of a newly passed law or run the risk assessment on a law that the courts declined to enjoin. Netchoice's lawyers are excellent, but they're Netchoice's lawyers, not ours: we have to figure out our obligations ourselves. I am so very thankful that even though we are poor in money, we are very rich in friends, and we have a wide range of people we can go to for help.)

In cases where Netchoice filed the lawsuit before the law's effective date, there's a pending motion for a preliminary injunction, the court hasn't ruled on the motion yet, and we're specifically named in the motion for preliminary injunction as a Netchoice member the law would apply to, we generally evaluate that the risk is low enough we can wait and see what the judge decides. (Right now, for instance, that's Netchoice v Jones, formerly Netchoice v Miyares, mentioned in our December news post: the judge has not yet ruled on the motion for preliminary injunction.) If the judge grants the injunction, we won't need to do anything, because the state will be prevented from enforcing the law. If the judge doesn't grant the injunction, we'll figure out what we need to do then, and we'll let you know as soon as we know.

I know it's frustrating for people to not know what's going to happen! Believe me, it's just as frustrating for us: you would not believe how much of my time is taken up by tracking all of this. I keep trying to find time to update [site community profile] dw_advocacy so people know the status of all the various lawsuits (and what actions we've taken in response), but every time I think I might have a second, something else happens like this SC law and I have to scramble to figure out what we need to do. We will continue to update [site community profile] dw_news whenever we do have to take an action that restricts any of our users, though, as soon as something happens that may make us have to take an action, and we will give you as much warning as we possibly can. It is absolutely ridiculous that we still have to have this fight, but we're going to keep fighting it for as long as we have to and as hard as we need to.

I look forward to the day we can lift the restrictions on Mississippi, Tennessee, and now South Carolina, and I apologize again to our users (and to the people who temporarily aren't able to become our users) from those states.

happy things and executive function

Feb. 10th, 2026 11:21 am
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Cut deployed for meta-kink. )

Weekend plans: a COVID shot, plus coffee with two different friends from grad school days. Not that there necessarily won't be any less mellow outings: I ♥ 19hz.info. In particular, Saturday night at Pony looks promising. (That's a hint that you should join me if you're local & interested.)

E Pluribus Unum

Feb. 9th, 2026 08:31 pm
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I hadn’t actually planned to watch the Super Bowl yesterday. I have a friend who I watch it with some years, because his household gets really into it, and that more or less makes up for the fact that I’ve never cared much about football. (I feel like an 80s hipster when I say this, but it’s true.) But then another friend wanted to go out for dinner, and we sort of wound up watching the game because we’re in Seattle and every place with a TV had it tuned to the NFL.

As a non-football fan—even one living in Seattle, where Seahawks excitement was palpable leading up to the big day—the main thing I kept hearing about the game was the halftime show, and how outrageous some people thought it was that the NFL had booked a performer who didn’t even sing in English. To the point that those people decided to do their own show.

Which, sure, okay, why not. It’s not like we’re living in a Clockwork Orange reality where someone’s going to strap you into a chair and pry your eyes open while they stream Youtube at you. You can watch anything you want, including nothing.

The purpose, though, was to make a statement: that’s not American. This is. As outrage marketing goes, I guess it worked, though the Puppy Bowl got more viewers than the All-American Halftime Show.

Bad Bunny, on the other hand, doesn’t need that kind of marketing. Whether you’ve heard of him or not (and I really do not understand “I’ve never heard of X” as a metric as to whether it’s notable, especially for those of us too old to be a marketing demographic for youth culture), the guy is the top-streamed artist on Spotify for 2025.

If anything, the NFL needed him, not the other way around. In 2024, the NFL was quite candid about seeking to grow its audience, specifically among Hispanics. And no wonder: the Super Bowl might top 125 million viewers every year, but the final match of the 2022 FIFA World Cup hit 1.5 billion. American football (as distinct from what the rest of the world calls football) might be a religion for many, but if the NFL has a religion, it’s money.

What’s fascinating to me is how terrifying that is to at least some of the people who decided to spend halftime watching Kid Rock instead. I’m giving a pass to people who genuinely enjoy that lineup better, since in a vast and infinite universe, such people undoubtedly exist. There’s no accounting for taste. The rest, though, seem to feel a need to indicate political affiliation through their choice of entertainment. You can tell who these people are because they criticized this year’s choice on the (inaccurate) grounds that he’s not American, when they raised no such objections about The Who, Paul McCartney, or U2.

There is a shared understanding of the moment going on here, though, and you could see it in Bad Bunny’s show whether or not you understood a word of what he was singing. Visually as well as musically, his performance was crammed full of enough history and symbolism to fuel a raft of thinkpieces, annotations, and reaction videos. Especially if you feel like you missed a lot, go looking for some of those. It’s worth it, in part because among the many things Bad Bunny’s show was about, it was about the shaping of identity and how that happens. It was about the America that I was taught as a child to believe in: the one where we’re unified by our common humanity and belief in self-determination and flourishing for everyone, while honoring the diversity of cultures and histories that brought us all here.

The “All-American Halftime Show” seemed, instead, to be a straitjacket, or a Procrustean bed—something inspired less by possibility and potential, and more by an exclusive and constricted definition of what “American” actually means.

That’s part of this country’s history, too. But if it’s a choice between the two, I’ll go with the one that seeks to welcome instead of exclude.
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