I have no idea what I'm going to share here, really, but welcome all the same!
Click to explore the house!
house graphic by Cottage Row Graphics
or navigate with the link-list!
- The Trannex: trans thoughts, vibes and gendercrime
- Toyroom: dollz, adoptables, pixels
- Computer Lab: my favourite web templates, font sites, etc
- Caretaker Fanshrine: haunted memory mood music
- The Sewing Room: danger! unfinished project avalanche!
- The Boys from the Backroom: fanshrine for the long-lost cult disco musical of Les Miserables
- How to Leave Social Media: lots of options for you to be social, but without big social media
- The Order of Doll Enablers: Bestowed on BJD collectors who are a little too keen to help their friends make that decision to buy their 14th doll
- Art Journal: NSFW. experimenting with putting my sketches online.
- Victor Hugo's Hernani as Dating Profiles: Melodramatic singles in YOUR area tonight. Niche humour for Romanticism nerds!
- Dog Log: Keeping track of my precious, awful, fairy angel princess boy.
- Tailoring Books: Recommended resources for trans tailors
- WIP: Zine entry
- The Kitchen: Casimir's Calamity Cookbook
- Club Narcissus: I needn't mention how essential dreaming is...
Credits for Club Narcissus include:
- Katherine Kato;Joe Lamyman;Photomosh;Css Tricks
re-encountering the older internet is like re-learning your mother tongue, like you've been away for many years and you're suddenly very self aware of being different than your actual mother who speaks with fluency and uses words you've forgotten. deargoodness, have you noticed what a skill it is to contribute to dreamwidth and forums? It's sort of astonishing, a different kind of noticing and a different kind of awakeness - not smog, not drifting, but actual presence - and the absolute horror of realising you can't click like and you're going to have to...write an actual response. like just "I notice you" is not enough, you've got to think a little bit, not grazing or consuming, and deargoodness you have to find something to say. For all that social media is supposedly social, I find the conscious work of replying to my DW friends posts, like, i have to put time aside for it like you would an email.
I'm passionate about Bob Fisher's Haunted Generation and through that, read Marianne Dreams. I'm reminded of it because Mark, a little boy with polio, is struggling to relearn the use of his legs - which is rather what this is like. Something I could once do but have forgotten how. But perhaps that comes to me because Marianne Dreams is about a bedbound girl who draws a house, and whenever she dreams the house is where she goes - and she meets Mark there, another real person, but one who is somehow sharing the dream she created.
Welcome, stranger, to the house I drew.