Trans women don't exist from about 1960-2100. We're either 18th century witches, 1950's housewives, or post revolutionary cyberpunks.

This is becoming the finest skirt I have ever designed and put together. Excited to add the final notions this week.

Every time someone says "I wish adults could be like kids in a playground and walk up to people and ask to be friends" like... you actually can just do that and it frequently works.

This picture is concerning. The planet is much closer to us than I thought.

Finished restoring my Singer treadle 201K machine from 1940. On the sewing surfaces I stripped the original damaged finish and did my own shellac - the rest of the timber got a few layers of (raw) linseed oil. The machine was cleaned and re-oiled and good to go for decades to come.

Must be birthday week! Time for my annual parsnip cake xxx

Surprised with all the book banning I don't see conservative nut-jobs calling them lie-braries. That seems like such low-hanging fruit as far as puns go

John Wick 5 has two options to keep things fresh and raise stakes:

Crime palace on the Moon and an intergalactic syndicate of space assassins.

John Wick gets amnesia and also everyone in the World is an assassin now.

Hair is getting long. Too long now to ever be down outside the house except for special occasions x

Luke Skywalker: What do you feel?

Rey: Life. Death. Balance.

Luke: Great!

Rey: So there is no "dark side" of the force, our actions are shaped by the intent and malice of our own minds.

Luke: NO STUPID GIRL THE DARK SIDE IS REAL IT WILL CORRUPT YOU FOREVER DON'T TOUCH IT YOU IDIOT

Bugbear but so often when people talk about "neurotypical this" or "neurotypical that" what they're actually discussing is "Americanised social conventions". Yet because so many folk are chronically online they are getting a completely skewed version of what they think is inherent brain ability.

Check out my new/old toy - a treadle Singer 201K manufactured in 1940 in full working order. Picked up for $30! Just needs an oil and clean and a bit of new varnish on the timber cabinet, barely a spot of rust to be found. I'm in love.

Last year at some point I still considered myself just a morris dancer with an occasional Scottish ceilidh thrown in. Then I found swing. Now in the last month I've dabbled in salsa, bachata and forró. Meeting new folk and loving this life of new music and social partner dances 💜

Word of the day is ‘matutolypea’: extreme grumpiness in the morning.

From the Latin ‘Matuta’, Roman goddess of the dawn, and the Greek ‘lype’, ‘grief’. Put them together and you get ‘morning grief’.

Classic Lorelei throwback to the golden age of my Twitter account:

If you spent your childhood wishing you had Alex Mack powers how is your gender identity and transition going now?

Completely fascinated by the discourse around intimacy/sex in fantasy novels and how weird people get about it. There's like, a whole group of folk who only write or read fantasy with minimal to no romance?

A True Love sounds nice
A Forever Partner
A Soul Mate
Like the stories
But part me also hopes
My heart gets broken
A hundred hundred times
So I can mend each crack with gold
A kintsugi teacup heart
Shining and glittering
And I could hold it proudly
And show
All the life I was unafraid to live

At first Bluesky seemed like Twitter but without the bells and whistles

Until I found the morris dancers on here and realised that metaphor doesn't hold up

👉😏👉

Aw yeah she's back. Remember all my amazingness on Twitter? Better believe I still have it 😊