Moira
moiraruby.bsky.social
Moira
@moiraruby.bsky.social
A Fate, though not necessarily yours
also, and inextricably, and forever: fuck ICE
November 12, 2025 at 8:51 PM
I was so mad about this
October 29, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Proud IDS alum (Editorial Board & columnist ‘96-‘98) horrified but unsurprised how IU is betraying its own student journalists. Purdue’s solidarity here is legend-level, but I am so sad it’s come to this
October 19, 2025 at 2:16 AM
this is entirely accurate
September 29, 2025 at 3:52 AM
Send. Me. This. Play.
August 19, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Which I did.
August 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
After a small eternity, he got me up and into a shower stall and left me there to rinse “BUT NO SOAP!!!”

After, he handed me a fresh robe, guided me into the salt sauna, cocooned me in a nest of towels in a lounger, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “nap now.”
August 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
At this point, I feel actually high. Floating. Legless. He carried me back to the sauna, put me back on the cedar slab, and scrubbed me with salt and oil.

My pulse dropped into the 30s.
August 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Then he hauled me over to stand under a scalding hot shower which he interspersed with deluges of more ice water.
August 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
And then suddenly he got me up, put a towel around my waist, and when I discovered I had gone all rubber-legged, basically half carried me to an ice plunge pool, where I had to completely submerge myself. It was so cold it burned.
August 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Every once in a while he’d pause to sprinkle cold water over me, or put a cold towel on my head, or say, “ok?” It was stupidly hot.
August 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
It got hotter and hotter. The slapping got more forceful and baroque. I couldn’t see him, but from the weird angles and rhythms, this is what I was imagining
a woman in a crop top and blue pants is holding two fire torches
ALT: a woman in a crop top and blue pants is holding two fire torches
media.tenor.com
August 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
This giant, taciturn, shirtless dude had me change into skimpy as hell disposable paper underwear, bade me lay face down in a small semi-private cedar sauna, and then gently sort of slapped me all over with these two bunches of leaves.
August 14, 2025 at 11:44 PM
I cannot claim this joke, it just made me guffaw earlier today

Subway
Yeet Fash
August 14, 2025 at 10:38 PM
I would argue that a right-wing worldview is intrinsically and inextricably a patriarchal one, and therefore a startling number of modern classics would fit your brief. A story that is structurally opposed to women having agency - to say nothing of actively hating such - is easy to find.
August 10, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Cats are really only suited to Pinter
July 31, 2025 at 10:34 PM