Reimi

@klugunmid.bsky.social

Horticulture, books & baking. Dreams of a kinder, fairer, safer world; trying to build it. Says ‘I blame Thatcher’ & ‘This too is Torah’. Queer autistic disabled Whovian. יידיש Profile shows white person smiling, big glasses, head wrapped in pink scarf.

Now the jig is actually up & we see that the white folks who conquered the world on the premise they were superior were actually just the biggest buffoons & most hateful people ever. I’m sure none of these colonizers with statues were that much more impressive than Trump & Co.

I bought sleepy tea at Aldi. I’m starting an Aldi sleepy tea, sing the shema really slowly, only get in bed when sleepy, routine. Anything to avoid my physio lecturing me on sleep hygiene.

I just want to lie on my hot water bottles and watch Twin Peaks. As an alternative: take my meds, get to sleep on time, get up for shul and bask in community.

The sun has set in Birmingham. Wishing a hearty Eid Mubarak to Muslims everywhere. Or does the festival start at midnight? Or 7am? Sundown being the start of a festival makes sense to me. I guess this is a Google’s my friend moment. I hope everyone has a great celebration regardless of my ignorance.

I am endlessly impressed that bus drivers don’t drive past, pretending not to see me because deploying the ramp for my wheelchair is a nuisance. They act like I’m a valued customer. The handles on the ramps look nasty. There are better ways to bridge the gap twixt pavement and bus. I’ve seen ‘em.

As he was deploying the ramp, the bus driver told me to cheer up: might never happen. I didn’t think I was frowning especially. And if I were, reasonable response to how much pain I’m in. Better than approaching every passenger to appraise them individually of the pain situation. Eh 🤷🏻‍♂️

I’m having a terrible health week and struggling to move. The safest thing is to rest EVEN more. But also I’ve watched a short vid about how to make those sesame covered red bean mochi balls i love so much and I’m desperate to give it a go. Snack. Snack. Snaaaack.

You might think my favourite reptile is the American alligator but actually it’s the domestic housecat. I’m no scientician but you cannot look in my cat’s eyes or mouth and tell me she’s not broadly reptilian. A furry, four-legged snake who loves me very much.

Lost another trans friend to suicide. Second in two months. It didn’t have to be so hard for them. You didn’t have to choose cruelty. Life was already hard. We could’ve worked together to lift everyone. The media, the politicians and the nasty old women did this.

Popped onto Bluesky for some connection, enjoyment, community. Something nice. Faced immediately with Bluesky kicking down at the marginalised and not doing anything to protect or support the people who need it. I thought we left Twitter precisely to avoid this bullshit. Not impressed.

I have mostly stayed out of Bluesky drama, but I am PISSED at this situation. Between the awful PR disaster that has been @jay.bsky.team's posts over the last few days, to this ban, I have MUCH less faith in Bluesky PBC as an entity that can pull off managing actual, decentralised social media.

Emily Hunt@emily.space · 10mo ago

So, apparently Bluesky PERMANENTLY banned someone for posting a single Charlie Kirk meme. AJ is a fantastic community builder who had a big account & is an adjunct prof at Howard University. The idea that he doesn't even deserve a first warning is absurd.

My bedroom window is not so big and certainly nothing special but it has become a haven for ladybirds. I’ve counted at least five gorgeous fat beauties pootling on the glass. I guess they want to come in. But I don’t have any aphids for them to monch!

I invented a great new cocktail tonight. Leave a fresh peach in vodka for thirty hours. Mix the peachy vodka with whiskey and a dash of angostura. Sip slowly over the course of several hours while watching Lee and Cushing camp up the peril in Horror Express. Delightful evening.

I’ve meditated and reflected for 20 consecutive days. Going balls deep for the month of Elul. The King is in the field and I’ve been giggling with her. And it’s really helping me manage my overwhelm in the classroom. Shabbat shalom. #OnMyJewShit

Worth remembering that Terence Stamp was the son of a ship's stoker. Stamp desperately wanted to act, after falling in love with movies as a kid, and it was a scholarship to Drama School that allowed him to walk that path. Every time arts cuts are made, they rob us of more Terence Stamps.

Observant Jews have been grieving collectively today. The Book of Lamentations has been sung and studied. The sorrow and despair in its verses could be screamed by any Palestinian right now. We’ve wrestled and fasted and wept and recommitted to do the work of justice. #FreePalestine

I’m being flippant but for real if you give a shit about stopping arms sales you need to be spending the majority of your energy targeting Christian Zionists like oh I don’t know the majority of Congress

My pussem is snoozing at the end of my bed. Very little brings such peaceful happiness than watching his furry tummy rise and fall with each breath he takes.

It was super wonderful being in Grace Petrie’s echo chamber tonight at a queer comedy event in Brum. Super wonderful to laugh together at the horrors we’re facing, the danger we’re in. Super nourishing to be real and silly and together.