Reliant Robin

@reliant-robin.bsky.social

Writer, photographer, dog trainer, friend to pigeons 🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

We all benefit from a society made up of educated, diverse and empowered human beings capable of independent thought and innovation, but authorities who want to impose their wills upon the population from above do not.

It seems worth mentioning that Beira’s Place is not actually a rape crisis centre, but a support service, and the rape crisis centre that has actually been attacked in recent years is Edinburgh Rape Crisis Centre, following a harassment campaign led by JK Rowling.

Alejandra Caraballo@esqueer.net · 4w ago

Usually, if something is deeply damaging and defamatory to an organization you founded, you wouldn't say you want everyone to read it. Rowling is someone who is confident the system will back her regardless of how she undermines her own organizations legal position because of her wealth.

A screenshot of a social media post by J.K. Rowling (@jk_rowling). The post is a quote-tweet of a user named Cara Pace (@CaraPac46808618), whose profile picture is a transgender pride flag.
​Cara Pace's quoted post reads: "Silencing Amnesty just ensures more people will the read the report you do not want us to see"
​J.K. Rowling's response reads: "I hope everyone reads the report. Nothing could better demonstrate how far Amnesty has fallen than their demonisation of gay rights charities for refusing to adopt Amnesty’s approved gender beliefs, or their attack on a rape crisis centre because it is run by women, for women."
​The timestamp at the bottom shows 5:16 AM • Jul 16, 2026 • 344K Views.

On the fourth of July, 1980, about fifteen trans women went to one of the most upscale public swimming pools in Milan, took off their tops, and started lounging around. It was a Friday, and the height of the summer vacation, so there were plenty of families with young children around. 1/

Not to get all ‘oh Jeremy Corbyn’ about things but I have very vivid memories of journalists and other cunts all laughing their heads off at the 2017 manifesto commitment to plant fucking loads of trees to help cities mitigate the impact of excessive heat.

The horse op-ed is an instant classic. I can't tell you how much joy this piece gives me. It should be taught in every introductory writing class in no small part because the horse arguments are so compelling. "I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children."

I Work Very Hard, And I Would Like To Try Cake

By A Horse

Hello. I am a horse. I work very hard at my job of being a horse. When humans say move the heavy thing, I move the heavy thing. When humans sit on top of me and pull on my head, I carry them where they want to go. The main food the humans give me is hay and oats. But I am thinking it would be nice to have a different food.

I am thinking I would like to try cake.

Yes, yes. Cake. I know all about it. When humans eat cake, it is in glad times. It is the food for a celebration, such as when a woman becomes 47. I have seen cake on the Fourth of July. When humans have a cake, they stand around it and clap hands and smile and say happy birthday at each other. Sometimes there are beautiful markings on a cake, such as balloons or a pink shape.

Sometimes the top of a cake is on fire and a boy must blow on the fire with mouth wind. This is the scariest cake. I do not want this kind. But I will eat any other cake. Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy.

Please understand: I do not get money for doing work. I do not get to go inside the house. All I am either doing my horse job or standing in my pen or eating food off the floor. I always do these things. But I have never once gotten cake and I would like it very much.

I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children. I am more helpful to the farm. Children do not move the heavy things like me or let anyone ride on them. And yet they get cake. Maybe the humans will realize this. Maybe they will say, "You  know who deserves cake? That horse. That horse whose back we are always on."

Every day I dream about what it will be like if I get to eat cake. Here is what will happen. First, I will walk to the cake and putt my nose at it like hrrfff to make and stomping my hooves to make sure it is not a snake. Then I will trot in a circle to show that I am a horse and I am large. After that, I will nuzzle the cake to …

moby-dick, his eyes enormous: from hell's heart you STAB at moby? for hate's sake you spit your last BREATH at moby? oh! oh! the great shroud of the sea for ahab! the great shroud of the sea rolling on as it rolled five thousand years ago!!!!