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millie | 48 | she/they | eldritch elder trans femme enby 🏳️‍⚧️
lutruwita/tasmania — here for a short time, not a good time
-# this is your reminder that some women speak quietly because they don’t *need* to raise their voices.
September 15, 2026 at 10:10 PM
a second day of cranky spasm-hands means a second day of turning my limited capacity to cooking when i just want to be leatherworking. steady enough to chop, but not steady enough to cut. strong enough to stir, but not strong enough to stitch. born to make collars, forced to make dal.
September 13, 2026 at 5:58 AM
okay now i'm just in sandwich mode

A Free Cubano All Stars
Bánh Mì! At The Disco
Jello Bifana
Reuben <— already actually a band

ᵃˡˢᵒ ᴿᵃᵍᵉ ᴬᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀᵃᵍᶦⁿᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵈʷᶦᶜʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉˡʸ
make a band edible

BLT52s

it won't stop repeating in my head so i gotta just push it out the airlock
September 13, 2026 at 3:33 AM
PB&J Harvey

(i'm so sorry)
make a band edible
— but i'm torn between two terrible options, those being

The Mars Volta Bar
+
sour gummy Battles
make a band edible

100eggs

did i do it right?
September 13, 2026 at 12:42 AM
make a band edible
— but i'm torn between two terrible options, those being

The Mars Volta Bar
+
sour gummy Battles
make a band edible

100eggs

did i do it right?
make a band edible

king gizzard and the dairy queen blizzard
September 13, 2026 at 12:29 AM
tonight we f̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ bleat
today sure was a mixed bag
try again tomorrow
September 12, 2026 at 12:37 PM
my body is a poem
with broken syntax
failing rhythm
filled with the wrong words
scribbled on sheets carelessly
discarded
crumpled and forgotten
September 12, 2026 at 11:42 AM
my heart, in her hands
has never skipped a beating
my tears keep time still

(sorry)
back where I belong;
listening, again, to her
memorised heartbeats
September 12, 2026 at 9:18 AM
first time putting a fresh edge on my skiving knife. one day i will take pleasure in sharpening tools with a whetstone, but today is not that day.

at least i've managed not to slip and cut myself so far today, she said portentously —
September 11, 2026 at 11:05 AM
4 animals that are you
September 11, 2026 at 8:33 AM
although the snake pattern isn’t particularly readable from this angle today — i swear they change position between wears — i like to think of this particular combo as my Gadsden tights, specifically for treading on people (consensually).
September 11, 2026 at 1:08 AM
i feel like i've made entirely too few poor and/or frankly irresponsible choices today. i've not caused anything like enough trouble, and there's been regrettably little behaviour that might be considered of questionable judgement, let alone profoundly unwise.
September 10, 2026 at 12:02 PM
“misery loves company” factoid actually just statistical error. average person just wants to be alone. Sad Parties Georg, who lives in a warehouse squat —
September 9, 2026 at 11:16 PM
okay i’ve been awake an hour and a half and i still haven’t put estrogel on my thighs because it’s *cold* and i am *cold* so i’ll just continue sitting here feeling *cold* instead of just doing it and getting warm already goddess preserve me wtaf
September 9, 2026 at 10:45 PM
woke up hungover at the intersection of queer temporality and generational alienation, desperately trying to flag a ride
September 8, 2026 at 10:15 PM
as a middle-aged, visibly disabled bitch who walks with a cane, i am profoundly puzzled by (and deeply appreciative of) just how often i am approached and/or flat-out hit on by significantly younger women while out in public.

today's incident was just a very intense + flustered compliment but still
September 8, 2026 at 7:58 AM
starting my day right (stimulants, early 90s electro-industrial, gorgeous woman who reverently dresses my naked flesh)
September 7, 2026 at 11:19 PM
when planning an ambush, preparation is of utmost importance.
September 7, 2026 at 9:01 AM
for our darkest days, our brightest tights.
September 7, 2026 at 12:46 AM
millie vs pain 0-2 so far today. which would would suck if it was best of three, but we’re just getting warmed up.
September 6, 2026 at 10:47 PM
this is where i get to express my appreciation of Lush’s Grape Soda perfume in public

also Xerjoff’s Cruz Del Sur II but that’s probably not actually the culprit
smells like grape soda on this train where do i find this perfume
September 6, 2026 at 2:39 PM
it is ridiculous to me that i can feel like rough-hewn shit and look like this, versus me ten years ago (also feeling like rough-hewn shit albeit for entirely different, now-resolved reasons).

that beard was doing a lot of heavy lifting.
September 5, 2026 at 11:59 AM
teaching myself leatherworking, and realising that if i picked up wireworking again — it's been a long, hot minute — i could probably make some rather elegant decorative-yet-functional muzzles as well.
September 5, 2026 at 6:20 AM
context matters, dear reader.
September 4, 2026 at 10:58 AM
as an australian —
September 4, 2026 at 7:02 AM