Kay NightInk 🇨🇦
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Kay NightInk 🇨🇦
@writingknighting.bsky.social
Writer. Trans masc. Hopeful Butch Brit in Canada.

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He/him
The local garden centre religious statues do not play.
November 16, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Post you from a different era

Vintage cosplay from over a decade ago is *technically* this, right? 😆
October 13, 2025 at 10:37 PM
It's been a week since Cleo came to us from the shelter, and she might possibly be the most fitting October addition to any family ever.
October 10, 2025 at 10:10 PM
When I need a haircut, I give Wolverine if he was a mildly neurotic and exasperated Brit who would much rather have a nap than do all that fist-knives shenanigans.
August 8, 2025 at 1:38 AM
Beautiful day to reject corporate Pride and choose community, solidarity, support, and hope instead. #vancouverdykemarch
August 3, 2025 at 6:12 AM
15 months on T, nearly 2 months in Canada living with my fiancée and loving her more deeply each day, maintaining relationships with my adult children and my sibling, trying to add good things to the world while still living with cPTSD - this weekend, I'm mostly enjoying the sun.
June 6, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Just after this photo, Ivan fished a pocket knife out of their new jeans to show me. It was little bigger than a cricket, abalone iridescent in the handle, folding blade visibly sharp.
"I had a feeling you might like it," they said. Recognition is both small & life-changingly huge.
May 3, 2025 at 9:01 PM
An English dude rocked up to a riding today to support his Canadian missus as she exercised her franchise.
April 29, 2025 at 3:25 AM
April 23, 2025 at 11:13 PM
First real Monday in Canada. It still feels like a vacation, which is no bad thing after non-stop grafting for the past few years. I suspect it's going to take a while for that sensation to dissipate.
I made her coffee this morning before she left for work. I'm deliriously happy.
April 14, 2025 at 7:59 PM
April 3, 2025 at 7:13 AM
That moment of nostalgia on the closing night of the gay bar of your youth when you find yourself being read as a cis gay man and caught in the butch or gay man vortex and propositioned as a third.

The signal it was time to make a polite exit and take the compliment 😆
March 29, 2025 at 9:50 PM
A stranger who had been sat next to me in a cafe today asked me if I'd ever had a macchiato. I haven't. He said, "You should, mate," and then he left. So I'm having one. Feels oddly like taking Communion.
March 29, 2025 at 2:19 PM
1 year on T. I'm sure plenty of folk can wax lyrical about phenomenal changes, but I'm still the same dork, I just have sideys now.
T isn't a mystical switch. It's helped small things, but *I* feel more like me. Who others perceive isn't really my concern. I'm fond of the guy in both pictures.
March 19, 2025 at 5:51 PM
When you get all spruced up to visit friends and you get the top deck of the bus to yourself like it's a big personal limo.
March 17, 2025 at 11:27 PM
As detransitioners will be weaponised today, I will point out again that conversion therapy has always targeted gender as well as orientation. I was an ex-gay for many years after it, determinedly trying to be a 'real woman', which was only partly about being straight. I was neither cis nor het.
March 12, 2025 at 9:09 AM
As is usual in my long-distance relationship, I sent my lady a selfie today. I was going for casually sexy smoulder, and then I noticed a plastic banana on the bed above my head, which rather dampened the smoulder, so I just went with it, cos I'm just that kind of versatile guy.
March 11, 2025 at 12:15 PM
Gender? Rainbow wookiee, apparently.
March 9, 2025 at 10:32 PM
Without downloading new pics, describe your gender
March 9, 2025 at 8:04 AM
My fiancée said this picture made her think of rogueish Victorian mischief and I can't stop laughing about it.
March 5, 2025 at 5:07 PM
I'm acutely aware that as tough as my experience can be right now, I've survived this long because I've been insulated by the privilege of appearing to be a white hetero woman in the West.
Sure, I'm visibly 🏳️‍⚧️ & on T now, but even parts of that are still privilege. /1
February 18, 2025 at 4:33 PM
I've come to the conclusion that my gender is cleverly stored in my eyebrows.
February 6, 2025 at 11:25 PM
It's quite a thing to get to 48 and see yourself for the first time. Just in these past two weeks, I've become acutely aware that I've finally become the internal image I had, and of course, he doesn't look quite as he did in my imagination. But he is unmistakably me, and I like him.
February 6, 2025 at 11:03 PM
An entire human gestation period between these images. Someone once told me I needed to be 'born again'. The irony is rather entertaining.
February 5, 2025 at 12:43 AM
Never give credence to master debaters.
January 28, 2025 at 12:34 PM