pushed really hard on duo training this weekend
I miss feeling excitedly idealistic about technology
today noticing that even in having done these very small things (in being alive), i have amassed more knowledge than i thought
another morning waking up as a minor character in a cyberpunk novel
My latest essay for @uncannymagazine.bsky.social is live!! My editor: "I've never published a more important essay." 🥹
These Stories Teach Us How to Fight - Uncanny Magazine
Chicago, October 2025. I need you to know we tried. I bought whistles and saline eyewash for my friends, students. The theatre bought 150 whistles. They were gone in days. A neighbor 3D-printed hundre...
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i’ve logged more than enough rimworld to make the sociomaterial dynamics of a t4t warehouse work okay
when i was training 100% of my free time, i had 225deg oversplits and a pretzel sans-toe-touch that i thought wasn’t good enough for performing
[mid-nightmare:] i realize we are the bad guys once the furries begin sieging our earthseed-esque stronghold
Women like women too, officer. Try not to fixate on this. Let's move on.
lighthearted film about women really into knifeplay. slice of wife comedy
today: exhausted by the omnipresent secondary objective of fuckability that permeates every human interaction
ACDC is what i’d play if i hated my child. here, have a horrible shrieking man. I hate them too so it’d be torture for both of us
reacquainted with the quintessential LA experience of “it’s freezing inside because it’s hot outside”
at the gay bar in makati, a very young lesbian latched onto me for the night, but i just went home without sealing the deal at 4a
manila day 2: grueling tour through manila chinatown with lots of historical stops.
manila day 1: walked to the gym while feeling oddly at home (ig training in 90 degree weather will do that), then a brief tour of megamall food courts with cousin m.
idk where to find the gays here if they’re not gonna be at the aerial gym aka masochism factory
i continue to assert that catholicism made me camp
Elon Musk has passed away. A roving band of troglodytes cut out his still-beating heart with obsidian knives as he cried out hysterically for someone to save him. His brutish, ugly death was widely mocked on social media. He will be forgotten shortly.
Real pharmacological apartheid hours out there, biohacking grifters and “wellness” clinics handing out HRT-adjacent treatments to aging beer-bellied sportsdads and various flavors of suburban MILF who want to “optimize performance” or “feel like themselves again”
2 x patterless futomomo and a akechi denki tk i tied on my friend on a warm afternoon
mb the fash are right (not about what they state, but in the proposed trajectory, simply because humanity doesn’t deserve to survive (only annihilation))
standard day of hybrid unclassifiability today addressed in spanish walking down mission st, in canto at the bakery, asked if i am an undergrad at the gay music production workshop, he/him’ed in the weight room, she/her’ed in the pole studio