The Dyad Payne Writing

@writing.aksan.dev

Science Fiction and Fantasy writing from @aksan.dev. Mostly poetry and #IntimacyExperiments! (https://www.aksan.dev/) (Profile pic and Cover Art by @furlana.bsky.social)

The mirror starts reading a bunch of feminist theory and comes back to the witch like "So my research on the subject got me onto a bit of a different track and I think the real answer is that you need to stop tying your self-worth to beauty standards."

typwritre Monky@tpwrtrmnky.bsky.social · 2d ago

witch: mirror mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all mirror: okay so this is a pretty complicated question that you're dropping on me given that it's quite dependent on a lot of beauty norms which vary significantly over time. you'll have to be more specific to get a good answer

We really need a response button other than like, or at least the proximity it has to the like button is throwing a like button shaped stress ball directly at the posters head in protest of taking psychic damage. You know, for reasons.

Charly is a persistent hallucinatory companion of nearly 16 years at this point... Does she count? Neither of us are anything like neurotypical for what it's worth; though for a while now Alexis has been wondering if autistic or psychotic best describes them. Either way, coping with the world.

Medusa’s Wink@medusaswink.bsky.social · 2w ago

Who here had - or has - an imaginary friend? This strikes me as a particularly likely neurodivergent coping mechanism. Thoughts?

Our nesting partner just walked downstairs to find Alexis reading Mesopotamian poetry aloud to Charly, put her noise cancelling headphones on and sat down to wait for food. The joys of having a partner that is genuinely supportive, but also sans any fucks to give.

#bakedrhymes Many of us Think there is wisdom In patience I am often guilty Of such temporal folly Watching for the moment When finally I allow myself To touch the world I wonder though In times Such as now How much sand From my hourglass Can be measured Through the lenses Of Regret Vs Otiosity

Can BlueSky not shit the bed on notifications in a way that leaves us wondering if something was missed or we're being ignored? Pretty please? The social anxiety demons have enough to work with without all this.

No, no, look... Three hours of research, four different conversations with people about it, and nearly taking up an qaddictive habit to practically test it; that's all a perfectly reasonable amount of effort to invest in a single line about a character putting out a cigarette on her own tongue.

Ela Bambust 🏳️‍⚧️ (alleged transsexual)@ela-bambust.bsky.social · 3w ago

The thing nobody tells you about writing is that it drives you fucking insane

Discovered today that after 160~ or so sonnets, yes, we have actually got quite good at them, and it's mostly the whole 'trying to find a fresh angle on some of the deepest emotions of Alexis' core each day' that has become the hard part. Who'd've thought it.

Well, there is 'Bodonals', McDonald's, from someone's hockey playing kid; 'wonky chonks', Highland Cattle calves, no clue how; 'Fatso', any large moth,a spoken to as an old friend, one tried to move in with us; 'can cook risotto', used to mean possessing a penis, came from Hell's Kitchen, somehow.

merritt@merrittk.com · 2mo ago

hit me with your hyperspecific friend or family slang. when i was a kid my friend once ate too many sour patch kids and then had some ketchup on fries and it was painful because of how acid blasted his tongue was. he told this story a few times, so "a ketchup story" came to mean an oft-repeated tale

If you're a writer, write "I waited" without saying it. I knew every grain of that door you never again walked through; lost my strength for I sat where you left me; lost my voice for no one else was worth speaking to. In the end I tried to throw my life away, only to discard our old life at last.

Ela Bambust 🏳️‍⚧️ (alleged transsexual)@ela-bambust.bsky.social · 3mo ago

If you're a writer, write "I waited" without saying it. History became legend. Legend became myth. It could not POSSIBLY take this long to ask for directions. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for a nap and/or the dawn of the Third Age, whichever came first.