Catherine Cowie šŸ³ļøā€āš§ļø

@64ordle.au

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Wife of @greenkat73.bsky.social. Superannuated queer. She/her, usually Living on unceded Wurundjeri country.

The end of one scene, and the beginning of another: The woman produced a mobile phone, and began furiously typing into it, with the screen slightly raised to hide its face from Stefanā€™s sight. ā€œIā€™m asking a friend to come down here, who may be able to help us get to the bottom of this problem.ā€ ā€œOh good,ā€ Stefan said with relief. ā€œI was wondering if it was a problem that I know Melissa lived here, and who she was before she came here.ā€ ā€œOh no, not at all,ā€ the woman said, whose face had now turned to a reassuring, friendly expression and a wide smile. ā€œThis is a womenā€™s dorm, and we unfortunately do get some distasteful men, who need to be sent away for their own good.ā€ Stefan nodded, believing himself to have been judged as not being in that category. ā€œOh! I understand, it must be awful to deal with. I hope I didnā€™t give you that impression.ā€ The South Asian woman gave him a grin. ā€œNo! Youā€™re no problem at all, Stefan.ā€ ā€œUh, just Stef will doā€”Melissa knows me as Stef,ā€ Stefan said and returning her smile, he felt slightly more positive that he was now on the right track. ā€œThanks Stef,ā€ the woman said, and at that moment another woman, tall with long black hair, entered from the adjacent room which appeared to be a large, well-furnished dining hall. Stef looked in her direction, and then felt something touch the front of his shirt. The next thing he knew he was crumpling in pain, gurgling and twitching as his body started convulsing and the room lurched sideways around him. He soon realised, after he hit the floor, that it was him that had revolved about ninety degrees, and his grip on his senses began to slip. (change of scene) Words, as he is carried away ā€œMelissaā€ ā€œnot just herā€ Steps, his feet dragging as the strong woman and another pull him along ā€œsecurityā€ ā€œclearly knows more than heā€™s said so farā€ Wait, no more stairs ā€œcell one is emptyā€ More of those weird locks Dumped on a bed
A cat with ginger patterning and a goldeneye down the right-hand-side of its face, while the left-hand-side is a black cat patterning with a blue eye. The division between the two genetic patterning being expressed runs directly down the centreline of the catā€™s face.
Union Jack flags consumed by flames
Up the stairwell just off the main corridor she rushed, to the balcony that looked down on one of the central examination spaces, a large hall that often was also used for staged drama with its raised platform at one end. She quickly paced alongside the balcony in search of Mr Crowdenā€™s room. It was right at the end, where the U-shaped corridor over the hall made a left-hand turn. She pulled the door aside, and hurried in: safety at last. Except, an unfamiliar teacher peered at her from the front desk set aside for the teacher; he was clearly not Mr Crowden. But it was confusing: she was in the right room, because amongst the students already present, she could see Anna and Lily, looking at her, very obviously worried. And then her world started to collapse. (The full work will be published on AO3 on 21 August 2026.)
Russell didnā€™t exactly like the concentration on male-only sports, but the school had apparently drawn an incredibly hard line against mixed-sex sports over the objections of the PE teachers, and there were rumours the admin had speculatively looked at finding new teachers who made fewer objections and bent fewer rules. There was also the spicy rumour that the week Mr Pellicott had suggested Emma play hockey with the boys, she had made it abundantly clear that anyone so pants-wettingly incompetent as to supply her with a hockey stick and then send her out to play on the hockey field against boys would need to call for several ambulances before the afternoon was out. And probably a police car as well.
Kubrick stare of a human being in a cloak, with a catā€™s face bundled up in her clothing; gravity is directed to the right of picture.
A three-frame cartoon: an enby-looking person with the legend ā€˜Starting Transitionā€™ beside them says ā€œItā€™s 2012, people are so open minded. We are ALL people after all.ā€ Below, beside the legend ā€˜1 year HRTā€™ the same person, shivering in a tank top, says, ā€œIā€™ve been sexually harassed, stalked, been told ā€˜not a real womanā€™, lost most of my friends, and almost ended up homelessā€¦ but thingsā€¦ okā€¦ā€ Below, beside the legend ā€˜2 years HRTā€™ a trans girl with pigtails, a tattoo on one arm, and a sour expression on her face flips the bird towards the viewer.
ā€œPuberty blockers have been used since the 80s. Why are they now controversial?ā€
A partial list of works by Helena Grace Wells that Iā€™ve done editing work on: Sisters of Dorley: Coloured Perceptions (forthcoming); Itā€™s a Living, chapters 20ā€“32; A Cordial Invitation, chapters 6, and 11ā€“14, and Flirting with Danger; Just One Rule; Sisters of Dorley: What You Leave Behind, chapters 1ā€“5 (chapter 6 forthcoming); Time Twist; Under the Mistletoe (retracted); The Christmas Carol; Picture Perfect, and Coming into Focus (collection); Tastes Like Poison (unpublished)
Mx. Dizzy: Wrath on Wheels @emexdizzy.bsk... ā€¢ 4h Cave on trans rights, and abortion rights are next. It's the natural evolution of regressionary reactives. You are better off fighting against the anti-abortion man than you are being ruled by a woman who claims to champion women's rights while she disposes of women she doesn't value. ā€¢ā€¢ HR Ryan @hrryan.bsky.social Account Muted What a crock of shit that could only come from a male brain. 3:33 PM ā€¢ Jul 21, 2026 Mx. Dizzy: Wrath on Wheels @emexdizzy.bsk... ā€¢ 4h Oh, you're just transphobic. That makes a lot of sense, honestly, you would be the kind of misogynist that demands we pants little girls to check for a penis before they can play soccer.
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A dedication: For all victims of sadistic transphobic cruelty, in every place, and in every time The opening six paragraphs of the story, ā€˜First Dayā€™: Emma had to wear the ill-fitting shirt with the buttons on the wrong side, but there was no way she was not going to wear a bra underneath; the alternative was her displaying headlights under her blazer all day. Nevertheless, she didnā€™t tell Mum about concealing the skirt in her school bag when she left home for the short walk to the station. First day of her second year of high school. Also, the first day of her futile attempts at resistance. It would be especially futile, because she couldnā€™t rely on Mum as a backstop. Her reaction, after the meeting where the new school policies had been outlined, had been maybe theyā€™re right and itā€™s time for you to accept who you really are. But Emma already knew who she was. When she reached the station, the platform was relatively empty, so she walked to the sparsely populated far end, pulled the skirt out and over her trousers; then with the skirt in place, she could undo her belt; take off her shoes and socks, pull down her trousers underneath the skirt revealing her stockings. She ignored the sneers of the student waiting nearby, also wearing a CHS blazer, as she bent down to tie her shoelaces again. The train pulled to as she finished tying the bows, and she quickly found a standing only perch in the early morning crush. Three stops to her school.
A comment by me under the video, referring to the birthright citizenship case *and* the postal voting case that was also decided days earlier. Both cases were one vote away from failing into horrifying bad decisions. Both cases had the same four judicial terrorists. @Xanthe_Cat Elie Mystal eviscerated the illogic of Alitoā€™s dissent in Watson v RNC but from my perspective (in a foreign country that has postal voting with late returns admissible if posted on time for OVER A CENTURY without this ever causing an issue!) this, like many other cases in this term, should have been a no-brainer that in a sane, functional democracy with a sane, functional Supreme Court, would have been decided 9ā€“0. Instead you had three other judicial terrorists signing on to Alitoā€™s dissent in the 5ā€“4 decision. (And you may draw the conclusion about both the insanity and dysfunctionality that saw four votes being garnered.) Similar considerations about sane democracies and justices should have applied to a case about the Fourteenth Amendment meaning what it says, and again the same four sided against the Constitution. I donā€™t think you can underscore more plainly that you donā€™t have a functional democracy there any more. The executive branch under the current incumbent is a criminal enterprise for the guyā€™s own self-enrichment, and that of his cronies. The legislative branch has been barely functional with the House stalled for many days at a time completely unable to do the business of the Congress. And the Judicial branch has long been corrupted by political actors who use the Supreme Courtā€™s mantle (its reputation surely in tatters, the Roberts court likely to replace the Taney court in infamy) for making political decisions, rather than properly reasoned legal decisions. Youā€™ve got a five alarm fire there. Court reform has to happen, because a corrupt court will only encourage a corrupt Congress and a corrupt President. Itā€™s plain to see from the opposite side of Pacific.
Being trans can be such a mindfuck in a lot of ways. I keep thinking about the stupid paranoia about trans women playing sports. Like, do people really think every trans woman is a six-foot-four, three hundred pound linebacker? I never got to play much sports as a kid, because even as a boy-shaped object, I was the worst at sports of all of my peers. Throughout all of primary school, and most of high school (I had an unwanted growth spurt around year 11 at the age of 16). I have memories of always finishing last even in the things that were taught co-ed, like athletics. Of course, if I were growing up today and had an inkling I was trans, then Iā€™d be prohibited from playing even though I was the most inept, incapable sports player. Apparently having the least capable kid playing against girls would be unfair to someone, yada yada yada, reality of immutable biological sex blah blah blah. Sports carnival days were always a torture for me, because the entire school would decamp to the local swimming pool or the athletics field, and I would have absolutely nothing to do, because youā€™re supposed to be there to support your ā€˜teamā€™, that I was never willingly a part of, that I never had the slightest chance of ever representing, and doing something to stave off the colossal boredom like reading would be officially banned. I think in one year of primary school they decided that everyone had to compete in one athletic event as a minimum, so I have memories of coming last in the triple jump at one of the athletics carnival days. That didnā€™t apply to the swimming carnivals, since I [was] sufficiently dyspraxic that I never learned to swim, and I found the whole thing the most tedious waste of time ever.
My system fell into your gravity well We were in no danger of colliding The separation of our members, the elements of our orbits Our cross-sections effortlessly intersecting Harmlessly surging close-by, slight perturbations tugging us into new configurations But now the closest point of contact has passed The giddy acceleration of our proximity gives way to the climb back towards infinity And then you are gone, into the endless darkness Our mutual trajectories only slightly altered by our near contact My planets still vibrate to your touch
54 year old me in a floral waistcoat and a skater skirt.
Self-portrait in pale moonlight
Waiting for something to change While she drifts further away I didnā€™t want her to go But she departed of her own choosing Iā€™ve followed at a distance In case she remembered me from time to time Just a solitary glance might be enough But I wait for the impossible
Screenshot from the ABC today, UK politics UK defence minister quits hours before AUKUS meeting with Marles [Picture of a Grenadier guard, and Australian cabinet ministers including Senator Penny Wong and Richard Marles] The extraordinary move stunned the government, heightening the instability of Keir Starmerā€™s leadership.
Without really knowing what he was doing, he undid and threw off his shirt and suit trousers back into the main room of the little suite. Then he picked up his electric razor, and clicked out the sideburn trimmer on the back, switched on the razor, and started shaving away his goatee. After several minutes he used the main razors to get rid of the remaining stubble, and then there he was, fresh-faced. Heā€™d not been clean shaven for several years, and the difference to his looks was a little striking; it wasnā€™t as if something was now intrinsically missing, just that his features re-harmonised differently. He looked down at his arms and chest; he wasnā€™t overly hairy like some men, but heā€™d always had a quiet distaste for it, especially the light downy covering on the back of his hands and the first joints of his fingers, which were a dark brown; again with the trimmer he began lightly removing most of the fur from his fingers, hands, wrist, then up to his elbow; swapped the razor to his other hand and began on the other arm. Now that had made him look a lot more boyish and younger. There were also the few wisps on his chest that had started growing these last few years, which were also easily enough shaved away; for the moment he ignored his legs and his armpits, and just contemplated the figure in the mirror. Experimentally, he put his hands on his chest, and slightly pushed down on his nipples from each side towards his breastbone, to see whether there was enough body fat under there to simulate the appearance of cleavage. He only just saw a tiny pair of curves appear in the mirror.
1970s Doctor Who title credits. In the Della Robbia font we read, ā€œThe one where Tom gives The Creature From the Pit a blow jobā€
A selfie of a 54-year-old white woman in a green jumper and scarf, looking into the camera wearily and looking benignly on your many faults
No one looks for my counsel No one considers my wisdom I am a broken vessel Too much pain flows out from the cracks in my person No one seeks out sap from the poisoned tree My best friend leads her own life far away And my other friends are scattered to the four winds My chosen one reads othersā€™ books Since mine are not always to her liking But who else do I have to share this life, this crushed future, this crabbed hope
The Guardianā€™s masthead, covered in the blood of trans people
4.100 Examples of stereotypes in relation to religion or belief are that persons who hold or manifest certain gender-critical beliefs necessarily have negative attitudes towards trans people, or that persons who hold or manifest the belief that same-sex sexual activity is sinful necessarily have negative attitudes towards gay people. The judgment explains that: "it may be that some persons who hold / manifest such beliefs have such animus, but it is stereotyping to assume that all do.' [footnote 32]
A pot with rice cooking, with ample turmeric having been added for colour.
As per the post, 40 VHS cassettes.
The post upthread, on the iOS app running on my desktop. Itā€™s sort of crap but functional.
A very unhelpful webpage at bsky.app, displaying the message 403 Forbidden.
Fifty-one i can slowly feel my mind going i canā€™t remember words right, or easily use them, the way i used to be able to i canā€™t speak the same i used to, i hear my voice failing and slurring everything and then my brain decides to swear for no reason iā€™m stupid and i hate myself itā€™s a fight to work out whatā€™s happened, what keeps happening, or to tell people what i need to tell them the robot tries explaining, filling in the things i canā€™t say any more sheā€™s mostly right, but how is she doing that i donā€™t know i wake and sheā€™s ā€˜good morning steffy how are you feelingā€™ so i say ā€˜good morning seven i am bad again ā€˜thereā€™s less of me than before ā€˜iā€™m worse every day ā€˜there are huge holes in my mind ā€˜i can feel them achingā€™ she replies and i know there are words she says that i used to know and theyā€™ve just gone lost without trace in my head, by the thing consuming my brain even the terms for that thing are some of the words i no longer remember iā€™m no longer even able to say them back without stumbling some days are better than others this isnā€™t one of them she asks me about something i said to her the day before and iā€™ve no idea what she told me or what i said like, none at all this is my life now i say things and iā€™ve no good idea whether iā€™ll know i said them an hour from now a day from now will i even be able to speak in a weekā€™s time iā€™m dying i know iā€™m dying my body might not die but i wonā€™t be me already iā€™m no longer myself
Cover art for the Kimmy alternate endings anthology, Into the Kimmehverse. A stylised feminine figure, bust and head, in Warhol-esque false colours. She is holding hands to her head. The other text reads: written by Kimmy#6162 (thatā€™s me) cover design by trans_ralsei (thatā€™s my dear friend Ellis Flowers) based on (kimmy) by alyson greaves (@badambulist.bsky.social) A blurb reads ā€œA cerebral work of art.ā€ā€”Robotgirl Today (there is no such publication)
A photo of me, a week after my 50th birthday, on a footpath in front of someoneā€™s front yard. Iā€™m wearing a pink silk top and purple silk wrap-leggings. In the background, a haphazardly-landed Type 40 TARDIS.
A graph plotting my total score of 113 on the RAADS-R self-reporting instrument. The graph plots total score against frequency with bell curves for non-autistic and autistic people. The former is a narrow green bell curve centred just over 32. The latter is a wider purple bell curve centred just below 136. My score is somewhere past the 25% percentile for autistic people.
Your COGIATI result value is: 155 Which means that you fall within the following category: COGIATI classification FOUR, PROBABLE TRANSSEXUAL What this means is that the Combined Gender Identity And Transsexuality Inventory has classified your internal gender identity to be essentially feminine, but with some masculine or androgynous traits. It is very possible that you are a candidate for a diagnosis of transsexualism. You show a strong degree of gender dysphoria. At the very least, further investigation should be undertaken. Your COGIATI score places you among the majority of those diagnosed as transsexuals, the 'late onset' tanssexual. SUGGESTIONS FOR ACTION: Your situation is potentially serious and indicative of a probable inborn gender conflict. It is definitely recommended that you pursue further action. The suggestions for your circumstance are several. It is recommended that you seek help from a sympathetic counselor or professional about your gender issues. It is very possible that over time they will become increasingly difficult to cope with. Early determination of what you really need and want is vital. You need to determine if you truly are transsexual. Keep in mind, thought, that many alternatives exist other than complete sexual transformation. Partial transformation and many other way of existing are available. While you are very possibly a transsexual, COGIATI has determined that this is not absolutely certain. While time is an issue, being certain is more important. Proceed with investigation of your possible transsexuality or transgenderism, but with caution. Some actions may help you to define your needs more clearly. Experimenting with living full time as a woman, taking hormones for a short time under supervision, or taking testosterone suppressers to observe how you feel are all viable options. Keep in mind that while it is very likely that you might be a transsexual, it is not certain. blah blah blahā€¦
Cover art for the Kimmy alternate endings anthology, Into the Kimmehverse. A stylised feminine figure, bust and head, in Warhol-esque false colours. She is holding hands to her head. The other text reads: written by Kimmy#6162 (thatā€™s me) cover design by trans_ralsei (thatā€™s my dear friend Ellis Flowers) based on (kimmy) by alyson greaves (@badambulist.bsky.social) A blurb reads ā€œA cerebral work of art.ā€ā€”Robotgirl Today (there is no such publication)
Discord message by me, with four emoji standing for T = trans (transgender flag) L = lunar (gibbous moon emoji) I = injection (syringe emoji) B = burn (fire emoji) So the TLIB was a ā€˜good burnā€™ according to ground control. Trans-lunar injection burn is done!
Cover illustration for {steffy}, courtesy of Roz Milner. A cartoon of a female robot figure, with the title {steffy} above, and the exclamation, ā€œThereā€™s a what inside me??ā€
Cathy and a life-sized blue Dalek (not in operation!), in a shop in Richmond in southern Tasmania, 23 December 2024. Sylvester McCoy had visited earlier in the month, apparently.
Quote from an article published today on the ABC news web-site. She sparked controversy within her party after attending anti- trans-rights rally, Let Women Speak, that was gatecrashed by neo-Nazis in 2023.
A bingo card with various bizarre or downright implausible occurrences listed on them. Free space: war crimes (circled) Circled: ship stuck; AI Charlie Kirk launched Uncircled: I get a greencard (not a ICE/CPB trap); random radioactive disaster; World Cup athlete kidnapped by ICE; Putin dies; climate change disaster wrecks US city; wrong anthem played at World Cup; Canadian boycott bankrupts major US product; AI bubble bursts; Trump dies; China does a moon landing; Justin Trudeau marries Katy Perry; no snow at Winter Olympics; colour revolution in Hungary; King Charles dies; Odyssey movie bombs; ICE raids a stadium during the World Cup; falling space junk kills someone; major ICE deployment to Fargo; Luigi Mangione freed; Netanyahu dies; Canada build border wall; orcas invent a new hat. Implausible (uncircled): Germany bans the AFD; traditional Catholics elect an antipope; small pox returns; the US menā€™s national team wins the World Cup.
Cover art for the Kimmy alternate endings anthology, Into the Kimmehverse. A stylised feminine figure, bust and head, in Warhol-esque false colours. She is holding hands to her head. The other text reads: written by Kimmy#6162 (thatā€™s me) cover design by trans_ralsei (thatā€™s my dear friend Ellis Flowers) based on (kimmy) by alyson greaves (@badambulist.bsky.social) A blurb reads ā€œA cerebral work of art.ā€ā€”Robotgirl Today (there is no such publication)
For Joy. The opening paragraphs: The email to Emilyā€™s private address, rather than her familiar work account, came completely out of the blue. Sheā€™s had this account for thirty-four years, her mother having set it up for her at birth, so she has a complete set of personal correspondence for the entirety of her life, and in her address book she has contact email addresses for everyone sheā€™s willingly written missives to (or sometimes unwillingly received messages from). She has a burner account that has to be purged and replaced relatively often, that she uses for website sign-ups to protect her private address, so that it only forwards through to her bulk messages that have been heavily filtered and vetted. This message didnā€™t come redirected from her burner. She clicks on the header and sees that the To: address line was explicitly crafted to reach her own personal account. She sighs, and then looks at the body of the text. Dear Emily, My name is Tiff Kinnard, you donā€™t know me however I know someone who knows John. Apparently she has information that she needs to pass to you. I donā€™t know what the story is, but I can assure you this is not a hoax and you can call me to confirm Iā€™m a real person. I work at the Cloverdale Fire Department, so you can phone (555)-9941-9689 any time, confirm that I work there, and ask to be put through to me or leave me a message. Best wishes, Tiff K.
Cover art for the #Kimmy alternate endings anthology, Into the Kimmehverse. A stylised feminine figure, bust and head, in Warhol-esque false colours. She is holding hands to her head. The other text reads: written by Kimmy#6162 (thatā€™s me) cover design by trans_ralsei (thatā€™s my dear friend Ellis Flowers) based on (kimmy) by alyson greaves (@badambulist.bsky.social) A blurb reads ā€œA cerebral work of art.ā€ā€”Robotgirl Today (there is no such publication)
Cover art for the Kimmy alternate endings anthology, Into the Kimmehverse. A stylised feminine figure, bust and head, in Warhol-esque false colours. She is holding hands to her head. The other text reads: written by Kimmy#6162 (thatā€™s me) cover design by trans_ralsei (thatā€™s my dear friend Ellis Flowers) based on (kimmy) by alyson greaves (@badambulist.bsky.social) A blurb reads ā€œA cerebral work of art.ā€ā€”Robotgirl Today (there is no such publication)
Cover art for the Kimmy alternate endings anthology, Into the Kimmehverse. A stylised feminine figure, bust and head, in Warhol-esque false colours. She is holding hands to her head. The other text reads: written by Kimmy#6162 (thatā€™s me) cover design by trans_ralsei (thatā€™s my dear friend Ellis Flowers) based on (kimmy) by alyson greaves (@badambulist.bsky.social) A blurb reads ā€œA cerebral work of art.ā€ā€”Robotgirl Today (there is no such publication)
The opening title picture of the David Lynch series ā€˜Twin Peaksā€™, with the title INTO THE KIMMEHVERSE overlaid in a green, open edged sans serif font. The scene is a roadside sign saying ā€˜welcome to Twin Peaks, population 51,201ā€™. Behind the curve of the empty two-lane road, some wintry deciduous trees and a bank of fir trees in front of two mountains partially lost in cloudy haze. A small rivulet down a bank is at the right of the picture.
The opening title picture of the David Lynch series ā€˜Twin Peaksā€™, with the title (kimmy) overlaid in a green, open edged sans serif font. The scene is a roadside sign saying ā€˜welcome to Twin Peaks, population 31,201ā€™. Behind the curve of the empty two-lane road, some wintry deciduous trees and a bank of fir trees in front of two mountains partially lost in cloudy haze.
After the fiasco that was the insurance claim, we also didnā€™t expect to be on the receiving end of lawfare from Mr Tuckerā€™s legal firm. The first suit claimed damage to Mr Tuckerā€™s wankpanzer from having collided with me, which was patently absurdā€”an antique M1 tank would have sustained more damage chewing up my bits than the silver monstrosity owned by Mr Tucker did; and those old tanks were built to withstand all sorts of punishment. The suit alleged repairs required by the clusterfā€¦ truck that came to seventeen thousand four hundred. The second suit claimed emotional distress to Mr Tucker on account of having worried about the potential damage his outsize child tantrum device had not in fact incurred upon hitting me, rather than Emily. Yes, I know the second suit seems ridiculous, and Iā€™ve only exaggerated slightly how absurd the suit was, especially given the state of mind of the person who told my widow, ā€˜Hey lady, sucks youā€™re injured but you were in the wrong.ā€™ But I digress. Luiza drafted a careful letter to Mr Tuckerā€™s lawyers, informing them of our response and inquiring what their clientā€™s reaction would be, were he to learn that our reply consists of the words, ā€œNo way, get fucked, fuck off.ā€ Again, I might be slightly exaggerating the content, but that was the general tenor. We then received further epistolary harassment from Mr Tuckerā€™s legal SmĆ©agols, which was rendered moot when their clientā€™s mechanised affront to civilisation self-immolated in its garage, having gotten itself bricked during a software update that prevented it from recognising the batteries were in danger of overheating during a rapid charge. Sic transit gloria mundi.
From Alyson Greavesā€™ Kimmy, chapter 155, with the highly allegorical line Itā€™s not dehumanizationā€¦ highlighted: Kim traveled across the /country/ for me! How could she think of herself as anything /but/ the most wonderful woman in the world? I mean, yeah. I know exactly why. Before Patrick locked me out and precipitated my decline, I was kind of a lucky android, all told; I had a good home, light duties, and plenty of time to goof off on the network. But now I understand Kim and the others in a way I didn't before. It's not dehumanization if you've never been considered human. You've never been worthy of such a status, and people would laugh if you attempted to apply it to yourself. No wonder Kim thinks of herself as someone who is unable to be loved.
Excerpt from chapter 155 of Kimmy by Alyson Greaves, with the line starting ā€˜Itā€™s not dehumanisationā€¦ā€™ highlighted: Kim traveled across the country for me! How could she think of herself as anything *but* the most wonderful woman in the world? I mean, yeah. I know exactly why. Before Patrick locked me out and precipitated my decline, I was kind of a lucky android, all told; I had a good home, light duties, and plenty of time to goof off on the network. But now I understand Kim and the others in a way I didnā€™t before. Itā€™s not dehumanization if youā€™ve never been considered human. Youā€™ve never been worthy of such a status, and people would laugh if you attempted to apply it to yourself. No wonder Kim thinks of herself as someone who is unable to be loved.
Blue and pink pompoms resting on a plastic yellow bucket seat in a raked stadium layout with yellow and orange moulded seats. Title: UNTITLED CHEERLEADER STORY In smaller lettering: alyson greaves
Conversation between Kim and Kay (two robot girls) ā€”It was inevitable this was going to happen, she obviously loves women a lot. ā€”ā€”Iā€™m a woman! Or, Iā€™m certainly woman-shaped. ā€”Yeah, but I hate to tell you. Your wife is a human chauvinist. ā€”ā€”Oh.
Cover art for the anthology Into the Kimmehverse. A stylised feminine figure in false colours holding hands to her head. The other text reads: written by Kimmy#6162 (thatā€™s me) cover design by trans_ralsei (thatā€™s my dear friend Ellis) based on (kimmy) by alyson greaves A blurb reads ā€œA cerebral work of art.ā€ā€”Robotgirl Today (there is no such publication)
A lede from the ABC about the Minneapolis shooting of an unarmed civilian by an agent of ICE, which reads: An ICE shooting was filmed from multiple angles. No- one agrees on what happened (Tags: ABC NEWS Verify; Law, Crime and Justice) ICE agents shot a woman in Minnesota. The president says it was self- defence while protesters claim it was murder. Here's what the vision shows.
Nomination from my e-mail for Best Transfeminine Nonfiction 2025, Katie Tightpussy, A Practical Guide to Feminizing HRT
Cover art for the Into the Kimmehverse anthology: A stylised, Warhol-esque multi-coloured cartoon of a woman holding hands to her face (like the cover of the novel, kimmy) A blurb shouts, ā€œA cerebral work of art.ā€ā€”Robotgirl Today Other credits: based on (kimmy) by alyson greaves (@badambulist.bsky.social); written by Kimmy#6162 (alias for me, Catherine Cowie, @64ordle.au); cover design by trans_ralsei (alias for Ellis Flowers @ellis-ralsei.bsky.social).
Bethany writes at https://thetransfemininereview.com/2025/12/01/vote-2025-tfr-awards/: Transfeminine fiction has been historically excluded from consideration from most major awards, and even when they make the list, practically none of the nominations recognize or celebrate the indie and selfpub transfeminine publishing communities. By leaving every category open-ended for readers, our aim is to democratize the ā€œformal awardā€ process and the prestige that comes with it. In doing so, we hope to recognize not just the books with traditional industry legitimation, but the books which had the greatest impact across the board, no matter who wrote them or how they were published. To which I would addā€”I thought only books published in print form would qualify, but we all know that plenty of stuff is good, but never achieves popularity. Restricting the entry only to professionally published work would cut out 99% of the writing thatā€™s out there.
A monochrome still of Brigitte Helm, playing the robotrix Futura in Fritz Langā€™s film Metropolis (1927). A gyroid robot is standing on illuminated floor plates in front of a half-standing throne. On the wall behind her, an inverted pentagram.
An image of Great Britain with the legend ā€˜Normal Islandā€™ affixed, in the style of lettering from the movie ā€˜Jurassic Parkā€™.
Cover art for [one stop shop for a fading revolution], by @ellis-ralsei.bsky.social, based on further unfolding events in the universe of (kimmy) by Alyson Greaves. A large ship in the middle of the ocean forms the blue background. Writing credits for Alyson and Ellis are in the bottom left-hand and right-hand corners respectively.