Em Temple
@emtemple.bsky.social
PhD, chronically ill, autistic, and sometimes writer. she/her 🏳️🌈
The best post-hospital buddy a busted body could ask for.
August 22, 2025 at 1:59 PM
The best post-hospital buddy a busted body could ask for.
Unstitch me like a misplaced seam. Dissolve my defenses like spun sugar on the tip of your tongue. Dismantle my inhibitions with your voice, your gaze, your touch, until you can taste my surrender.
Take me apart and hold me together, the way only a lover does.
#vss365
Take me apart and hold me together, the way only a lover does.
#vss365
July 25, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Unstitch me like a misplaced seam. Dissolve my defenses like spun sugar on the tip of your tongue. Dismantle my inhibitions with your voice, your gaze, your touch, until you can taste my surrender.
Take me apart and hold me together, the way only a lover does.
#vss365
Take me apart and hold me together, the way only a lover does.
#vss365
I don't expect to escape unscathed;
I already drip sorrow like wisteria,
fragrant and flowing like blistered agony on a vine.
No.
I intend to shatter so spectacularly
that the dust will glisten and scatter
with too much life lived, and loved
to possibly recapture and contain. #vss365
I already drip sorrow like wisteria,
fragrant and flowing like blistered agony on a vine.
No.
I intend to shatter so spectacularly
that the dust will glisten and scatter
with too much life lived, and loved
to possibly recapture and contain. #vss365
July 19, 2025 at 9:28 AM
I don't expect to escape unscathed;
I already drip sorrow like wisteria,
fragrant and flowing like blistered agony on a vine.
No.
I intend to shatter so spectacularly
that the dust will glisten and scatter
with too much life lived, and loved
to possibly recapture and contain. #vss365
I already drip sorrow like wisteria,
fragrant and flowing like blistered agony on a vine.
No.
I intend to shatter so spectacularly
that the dust will glisten and scatter
with too much life lived, and loved
to possibly recapture and contain. #vss365
I need a vacation from my life. A temporary reprieve to sink into the comforting embrace of another body. To live in the blissful freedom that comes from being anywhere but here, checked into some other space wrapped in freshly washed sheets others have slept in, until I disappear.
#vss365
#vss365
June 28, 2025 at 8:23 AM
I need a vacation from my life. A temporary reprieve to sink into the comforting embrace of another body. To live in the blissful freedom that comes from being anywhere but here, checked into some other space wrapped in freshly washed sheets others have slept in, until I disappear.
#vss365
#vss365
Goodbye sits in her chest, a starscape of regret-soaked breaths. In and out. In and out. Until the pain of leaving winks out, one shard at a time like stars dying in the caustic burn of dawn. #vss365
June 25, 2025 at 8:09 AM
Goodbye sits in her chest, a starscape of regret-soaked breaths. In and out. In and out. Until the pain of leaving winks out, one shard at a time like stars dying in the caustic burn of dawn. #vss365
There’s an agony to choosing a card for #someone you should love, but no longer do. How'd they get here? From handwritten love letters to corporate crafted sentiment that smacks of false feeling left unopened, unread, their feelings as rumpled as the wrapping paper scattered on the floor. #vss365
June 7, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Well, Amazon has continued the trend on canceling quality, queer-forward shows, and Wheel of Time has been cancelled. My Lan-loving Jinx will never be the same.
May 23, 2025 at 8:52 PM
Well, Amazon has continued the trend on canceling quality, queer-forward shows, and Wheel of Time has been cancelled. My Lan-loving Jinx will never be the same.
Take the fictional characters quiz and post the first four you know: openpsychometrics.org/tests/charac...
I feel a little bit too seen by this...
I feel a little bit too seen by this...
May 18, 2025 at 10:09 AM
Take the fictional characters quiz and post the first four you know: openpsychometrics.org/tests/charac...
I feel a little bit too seen by this...
I feel a little bit too seen by this...
I hope one day you're lucky enough to have friends who will get you ridiculous bday presents based around your very niche, very nerdy hyperfixations just to bring you joy (and a tiny bit of gay panic). I've been very fortunate to have that this day.
May 14, 2025 at 6:06 PM
I hope one day you're lucky enough to have friends who will get you ridiculous bday presents based around your very niche, very nerdy hyperfixations just to bring you joy (and a tiny bit of gay panic). I've been very fortunate to have that this day.
Scraping fic to feed into AI is theft. Stealing manuscripts to 'teach' AI is theft. Feeding artwork into AI to 'train' it IS THEFT.
Fuck AI and its piracy and leeching off the creativity and hard work of writers, artists, and creatives.
Fuck AI and its piracy and leeching off the creativity and hard work of writers, artists, and creatives.
May 12, 2025 at 8:21 PM
Scraping fic to feed into AI is theft. Stealing manuscripts to 'teach' AI is theft. Feeding artwork into AI to 'train' it IS THEFT.
Fuck AI and its piracy and leeching off the creativity and hard work of writers, artists, and creatives.
Fuck AI and its piracy and leeching off the creativity and hard work of writers, artists, and creatives.
Reposted by Em Temple
A new scam is threatening the sapphic book community: Scammers are creating rip-offs of existing books with the help of AI.
I have written a blog post explaining how to recognize red flags, a list of suspicious pseudonyms, and what we can do to help.
Please read: jae-fiction.com/ai-rip-offs-...
I have written a blog post explaining how to recognize red flags, a list of suspicious pseudonyms, and what we can do to help.
Please read: jae-fiction.com/ai-rip-offs-...
April 30, 2025 at 6:09 PM
A new scam is threatening the sapphic book community: Scammers are creating rip-offs of existing books with the help of AI.
I have written a blog post explaining how to recognize red flags, a list of suspicious pseudonyms, and what we can do to help.
Please read: jae-fiction.com/ai-rip-offs-...
I have written a blog post explaining how to recognize red flags, a list of suspicious pseudonyms, and what we can do to help.
Please read: jae-fiction.com/ai-rip-offs-...
"Write a romcom," she said. "It'll be a fun change of pace," she said.
I'd like to punch past me in the throat.
I'd like to punch past me in the throat.
April 18, 2025 at 3:16 PM
"Write a romcom," she said. "It'll be a fun change of pace," she said.
I'd like to punch past me in the throat.
I'd like to punch past me in the throat.
I'm mostly here for the middle-aged magic ladies and their questionable choices, but Friday morning means #WoT and an opportunity for Jinx to see Lan, the love of his life, on screen for a few minutes before I start work.
March 28, 2025 at 11:10 AM
I'm mostly here for the middle-aged magic ladies and their questionable choices, but Friday morning means #WoT and an opportunity for Jinx to see Lan, the love of his life, on screen for a few minutes before I start work.
Thought I'd do a little writing between meetings, but this noddle demands attention
March 11, 2025 at 11:25 AM
Thought I'd do a little writing between meetings, but this noddle demands attention
There's a wake in her laughter and a dirge in her smile, a right-sided wrongness to each expression since she clawed her way free from the tangle or roots beneath the #copse of trees that still swear at the sky. Hell hath no fury like a witch beneath a noose especially one who refuses to die #vss365
March 7, 2025 at 8:42 PM
There's a wake in her laughter and a dirge in her smile, a right-sided wrongness to each expression since she clawed her way free from the tangle or roots beneath the #copse of trees that still swear at the sky. Hell hath no fury like a witch beneath a noose especially one who refuses to die #vss365
Reposted by Em Temple
She never met their modest expectations, clawing at collars that scratched too high, and bows that sat too prettily in her hair. She itched for something musssed and mutated, strips of skin, snog-smeared lipstick, and smuged mascara--an outward expression of the defiance within.
#vss365
#vss365
February 9, 2025 at 12:12 PM
She never met their modest expectations, clawing at collars that scratched too high, and bows that sat too prettily in her hair. She itched for something musssed and mutated, strips of skin, snog-smeared lipstick, and smuged mascara--an outward expression of the defiance within.
#vss365
#vss365
Well, after a few years of medicine-induced fineness, things are decidedly not fine. All of the blood work is abnormal, and I feel like a ghost in my own body. Time to play pin cushion and hope for the best. Again.
February 5, 2025 at 3:20 PM
Well, after a few years of medicine-induced fineness, things are decidedly not fine. All of the blood work is abnormal, and I feel like a ghost in my own body. Time to play pin cushion and hope for the best. Again.
Reposted by Em Temple
We love to see it
House staff trying to raise the flags to full staff for the inauguration are struggling. The cords are frozen.
January 20, 2025 at 2:55 PM
We love to see it
Grief is the too-sweet sharpness of coconut frosting, the new pair of patent-leather Mary Janes and the suffocating swell of strangers in black with painted faces and sad eyes. It’s chewy desiccated strips sticking to her teeth and clogging her throat as she realizes Moma isn't coming home. #vss365
January 10, 2025 at 12:02 AM
Grief is the too-sweet sharpness of coconut frosting, the new pair of patent-leather Mary Janes and the suffocating swell of strangers in black with painted faces and sad eyes. It’s chewy desiccated strips sticking to her teeth and clogging her throat as she realizes Moma isn't coming home. #vss365
Post yourself from a different era!
January 4, 2025 at 11:31 AM
Post yourself from a different era!
She loved the moments in between, the river mist evaporating in the golden blush of dawn, the siren song of fireflies in inky twilight, midnight solitude burning with stars. She felt at home in transitions, in the expanding possibility of time holding its breath and whispering, ‘what if…’ #vss365
December 31, 2024 at 12:16 PM
She loved the moments in between, the river mist evaporating in the golden blush of dawn, the siren song of fireflies in inky twilight, midnight solitude burning with stars. She felt at home in transitions, in the expanding possibility of time holding its breath and whispering, ‘what if…’ #vss365
I started writing again after years away--most of it is stuttering and hidden away, but it's there. I also started trauma therapy again. Things aren't okay yet, but they're moving in that direction.
As much as I need 2024 to be over, in the spirit of 🦋 positivity: tell us something you’re proud of from this year.
December 31, 2024 at 12:07 PM
I started writing again after years away--most of it is stuttering and hidden away, but it's there. I also started trauma therapy again. Things aren't okay yet, but they're moving in that direction.