Mordant Curiosity



I get how there’s a trope about trans ppl picking ostentatious and self indulgent names, but if I have to pry my gender identity out every step of the way, you bet your ass I’m going to pick a self indulgent name and my name is rad as hell.  

Well why the fuck not? I’d be interested to see what would happen if everyone had to pick their names after a certain point in their life, and how many of them would come across as pretentious or annoying, even without the point of given how much shit you have to wade through, you might as well enjoy the perks you can…

(via saxifraga-x-urbium)



So, I have been given the go ahead (or something I can take as such) to organise crisis cleaning for a friend. I love hanging out with them, but I do not love their flat and neither do they one little bit, so I am not being overly intrusive, damn it.

I need to pick up cleaning supplies, and let cleaners in, hopefully Wednesday (or if the weekend is the earliest they can do, then I’ll make that work), I need to come round with a couple of Ikea bags and take as much laundry as I can carry (I have a better washing machine and an actual tumble dryer, plus when there is space I can bring my big drying rack which I don’t need any more round) tomorrow, and my Nuisance Bonuses are going to be a thing of wonder and delight.





i re-read broken homes and now i want to know what molly’s up to on the computer. 
online shopping? minesweeper? illegally downloading stuff? blogging? the sims? i must know. 

Online dating? Writing Buffy fanfic? Learning Japanese?

I like to think Molly keeps a Tumblr blog

it’s called ‘havethenightingaleandtheapprenticeshaggedyet’

and every day she just posts a disgruntled ‘no’ YES PLEASE


it’s a great and constant comfort to me to think how distressed all the men who’ve hurt me would be if they could see what a committed furious feminist I am now. congratulations, boys! what didn’t kill me made me livid, powerful and determined beyond the telling of it to rescue other girls from men like you.



"don’t make jokes about your own experiences because i find it offensive"

okay, listen: my experiences belong to me, and if want to make horrible jokes about the actual and literal suicide attempt that fractured my fucking spine then i will

Not that I ever went that far, but if I can’t make jokes and dine out on horrible things that I have done or have happened to me, then fuck that. I am going to get some fun out of the bloody things, I paid enough for them.


So I started an aerial class, again, yesterday. I got there in time for a coffee, and watched people go in, all of them narrow framed or skinny or short or delicate, and though I hate the fantasy of being thin (when I am thin I will do X, or when I am fit I will go back to wrestling, whatever), I did have serious thoughts about this maybe being the exception to the rule, and maybe I should start looking for a back-street liposuctionist.

Then I did the class. I didn’t do _well_- both modesty and accuracy forbid me to say so- but I did better than I thought I would, and though I dripped sweat onto the floor several times, I didn’t have to stop for a breather or a drink. So that’s progress.

And the best thing, which I only realised that afternoon, is that last time I took an aerial class, I was a lot worse. I was also three stone lighter, and spending a lot more time at the gym (also climbing more, but I’m mostly doing Krav these days, where there are more bodyweight exercises, woo +waves tiniest flag+).

TL:DR, fuck yeah! But still going to go looking for fat aerial types, poledancers, etc etc.

Permalink misterlucian:

O my children, do I have an treate for you!
Because of my ongoing wrestling to make the colours of my illustrations come out right, I will be ordering hard proofs of a couple of the pages from the book.  They will be one-of-a-kind prints, never to be repeated anywhere ever again, as my usual prints are on different paper and quite probably with a different colour configuration.  SUPER RAREZ.  I don’t yet know which demons they will be (but chances are, Belial will be included because his colours are the ones that are the trickiest to get right).  Once I’ve printed them, I will observe their colours and have no further use for them.  What to do with them?  Why, give them away, of course!
They will be on 115gsm recycled off-white matte paper (just like the hardback book - the paperback is on slightly thinner paper). I will assign each print to the winners at random and will not reveal which demons have been chosen.  It is a FUN SURPRISE.  A DEMON SURPRISE.  What better surprise could there be!  None, that’s what.
So, gentlebeings of the jury, here is your chance to win one of these magical one-off art pieces!  There will be four of these pages, so four winners will be chosen.  I will ship anywhere in the world.
You ready for the rules?  Of course you are.  You were born ready.
REBLOG this post to enter. You can reblarb more than once!
You don’t have to be following me or back my Ars Goetia campaign, but if you did, that’d be cool of you, haha
Likes don’t count because they confuse me and the counting and everything goes to hell so don’t please
Closing date is Friday the 26th of September.  Winners will be chosen at random using MATHS.  Good luck!


I wonder if I would be taken seriously if I were to start asking about sterilisation? I don’t think I’m ever going to want children, and I don’t think I’m ever going to be fit to have children, so it would be nice not to have to worry about.

Between HabitRPG and Unfuck Your Habitat, I am getting a little better about keeping the flat nice. After watching my parents move, I am considering minimalism, or at least purging some clothes. I am still sleeping on a double mattress on a king size frame, and I’d really like to upgrade at some point, which will mean getting the flat into a state where I can get stuff in and out.

Also, I need to think about the balcony gardens again, and I’d really like to get my living room back to how it was. Lots of work to do.