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Madwoman, and author of tales of horror. (She/They)
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Been considering getting an undercut and dying my hair purple or green. If I'm going to live in cyberpunk dystopia, might as well have some fun with it.

I hate this. Feeling utterly helpless. Mucking about as the world burns.

Now I'm no economist, but starting trade wars with our three biggest trading partners is idiotic yes?

Spilled boiling water on my damn fingers. Now playing "Will it blister?" Hate this game.

sometimes you just have to make a big batch of shark soup

watching people take this as "criticism of the Democratic Party!" is wild. oh no! not criticism of the Democratic Party!

I still find it darkly funny that I beat suicidal depression just in time for hating trans people to get damn popular. Oh beautiful timing.

Wrestling with the innate desire to make a story gayer, vs my dislike of "Bury your gays" as a trope. Horror author problems.

Deleted the meta shit. Probably good for my blood pressure anyway. Just an endless ride of ai schlock, wellness scams, and right wing lunacy.

Posting face on main. My apologies. It's been a day.

Gonna see wicked with friends. Still have five days until deadline. Everything is fine.

Everyone talked up "Gooning" so much. Now I'm in a gang, dressed as a clown, hiding from a man dressed as a flying rodent.

I can write a story about the tyranny of the flesh, the nightmare of puberty, the wretchedness of warping into something I'm not. A creature made of hard lines and jutting bones, a shuddering wrongness. And Cis folk ignore it. But I write a story about a werewolf, and suddenly it clicks.

Well everything is terrible now, but at least the PTSD is here to remind me everything was terrible then too.