Emily aka Foaly

@foalpapers.bsky.social

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Magical trans/NB girl. Host. Presenter. Kinkster. Pony. Crafter. UK/US hybrid. She/they. 39. Be 18+. Art by @brink-moonbeam.bsky.social. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

A view from inside a car, focusing on a small black device with a turned-off LCD screen hooked up to a much bigger antenna, with the device also plugged into an even larger USB battery pack.
A human pony — in this case, me — dressed head to toe in black spandex, with leather boots, corset, various straps and cuffs and harnesses, and an ice-blue-maned hood (which matches my tail, though that isn’t visible), waving to an enthusiastic crowd with one of my hooves. I’m rocking the Trans Leather Pride flag as a cape and hoisting a Pony Pride flag on a pole, and I’m hitched up to a small pink supply cart that’s running behind me on the street. Cheering spectators are barricaded behind me.
A mug of tea (boring English breakfast with milk) emblazoned with the phrase “science doesn’t give a fuck what you believe”.
Lit exterior signs for Floret Restaurant and Bar.
An ad for Hank’s Belts on my Instagram feed.
My lock pick set.
SFW image of a cute, shyly blushing pup girl with wagging tail and floppy ears. Above: “‘My son turned out fine.’” Below: “Ma’am, your daughter is clicker trained.”
A variety of skincare products: arnica cream; squalane oil; a gel-cream moisturizer with ceramides, niacinamide, and hyaluronic acid; a petroleum jelly skin protectant; and skin wipes (also containing hyaluronic acid). There’s also a canister of bromelain supplement pills.
A large modified rectangular electric guitar case, opened to reveal a good 30-ish canes of varying colors, lengths, diameters, and materials, along with one birch bundle. A black plastic equestrian whip rack – usually something that'd be wall-mounted – is present too, since I used to carry my riding crops in there.
A metal lightsaber hilt, primarily silver-colored with brass accents. It has a prominent angled blade guard and a d-ring belt attachment. The vibe is almost medieval.
A ceiling-mounted display on an airport-to-resort transit bus, showing the famous image from “The Lion King” of Nala (an adult lioness) lying back on tall grass giving Simba (an adult lion) what are very obviously fuck me bedroom eyes. Let’s not kid ourselves. Seriously, whole essays have been written about this image. And god only knows how many furries it helped launch. Myself possibly included.
A large group of folks marching along 14th street in the District of Columbia, with fenced-off supportive onlookers filling the sidewalks. With the exception of the pony (me) mid-frame in full-body black tack (save for my hood's ice blue mane), the rest of the group members are generally shirtless and dressed in a variety of colorful mostly-neoprene pup hoods and chest harnesses. A number of different pride flags (Intersex Progress, Pup Play, Trans, etc.) of varying sizes are also visible. Many pups are waving or showing peace signs; the pony has a forehoof raised in friendly greeting. The mood is celebratory and joyful. :-)
A pony player (me) in an intricately-stitched leather horse mask with ice blue mane, holding up her black hand hoofs in a cute pose. The rest of her is decked out in a black bodysuit and leather corset, and the Trans Leather Pride flag is worn as a cape. Her mane is extremely messy, like it's been caught in the wind, or (in this case), a tree.
A pony player (me) in an intricately-stitched leather horse mask with ice blue mane, holding up her black hand hoofs in a cute pose. The rest of her is decked out in a black bodysuit and leather corset, and the Trans Leather Pride flag is worn as a cape.
Knox, a white ~40s man, muscular, with stubbly facial hair, tattoos, and a cropped-mohawk-hairstyle-thing, is shining a flashlight on a stone wall. It's covered with handwritten names, along with phrases like "started with food shortage in farms". At the top is written "rebellions are built on hope". Caption: "You see?"
It’s a fucking rager of an outdoors party. Well, festival. A number of Amazon women in variations of Classical Greek attire mixed with superhero-esque spandex are dancing around a large fire pit. In the foreground, two women are tied by their ankles upside down to a huge frame (like a swingset), as another two bedeck them with makeup and dress them in deer outfits. One woman, already in her deer suit, is tied up on the ground. Poor rigging notwithstanding, it looks like a hell of a lot of fun. :-)
Faded all-caps newspaper headline: "A GAY DOG'S NEW ROLE."
Various pieces (ears, blinkers, straps) of the headstall pre-assembly, laid out on a puppy pad and freshly dyed black.
Two 3D-printed black pony hooves, with black polyester arm wrappings attached with electric tape.
The homepage for Whitman-Walker via Archive.org for January 31st, in which Gender Affirming Care is listed as a service.
A window from the NoScript extension running in my browser, showing no fewer than 25 different external sites required for the primary site to function. A good number of them are purely ads, analytics, and tracking, but even setting that shite aside, the fact it's so reliant on other infrastructure – like so many other sites these days – renders the whole web less robust. It pisses me off.
A modified hard non-molded guitar case full of a variety of spanking canes: straight, crook-handled, custom-made, pervertible, rattan, synthetic, all lengths and diameters… it’s not a bad collection, though I say it myself. A bio-equestrian whip holder is also in there, as it helps with organizing when I do have my crops and whips mixed in. The bamboo rod is there as an example of what *not* to use unless you’re going relatively lightly; rattan for the win. Best reed, hands (and trousers) down. There’s also a much-depleted bundle of birch rods that I really need to replenish.
Four rattan canes showing a variety of the differences outlined above.
Spines of a variety of both kink and historicalbooks on the subject of flagellation, corporal punishment, and spanking. They are: - Spanking for Lovers - The Compleat Spanker - Flogging - The Toybag Guide to Canes and Caning - The Caregiver’s Guide to Strict and Loving Discipline - Corporal Punishment - Thy Rod and Staff - The History of Corporal Punishment - The Cruel & The Meek - The English Vice - “The Cadogan Report” - History of the Rod - Chastisement Through The Ages - An Illustrated History of the Rod
A white medical restraint mitt. The fist section is almost completely discolored and stiffened with melted red/purple candle wax. Whoops.
A shiny black Mason Pearson hairbrush, with the faded corporate mark on the handle tip, some loose hair on the bristles, and small hair elastics in various colors looped around the handle where it meets the brush section/impact surface (depending on use case).
Two young women (approximately UK school-leaving age of 16-18, though the performers are likely older) entering the dining carriage of a train. Both are dressed in matching gymslip-style uniforms, white shirts, striped school ties, knee-high white socks, and black flats. The woman entering second is wearing a coat. At an adjacent table, an older man in a military uniform is conversing with a dining partner seen only from the rear, presumably (given the hair style, clothing, and time period context) his wife. The other tables are unoccupied.
School-style blue tartan skirts; matching hair ties and bands; white knickers, tights, and socks; rainbow sock clips; and a cute hair bow. All are laid out on a bed, ready for my selection. They’re good quality items (one skirt is handmade by a beloved friend) – these aren’t cheap and “sexy” Halloween costume pieces.
A golden-brown wood hairbrush-style paddle, curved and smooth with a long grain pattern. It’s a thing of beauty, which I’m reliably informed is a joy forever. :-)
Long shot of a brown leather two-tongued strap. It’s around eighteen inches long, an inch wide, tapered to an English point handle, and approximately a third of an inch thick.
A set of gorgeous, expertly-crafted paddles and rods, sparkly from fresh wax and in a dazzling array of different woods, shades, and grain patterns.
A terrifying metal paddle that makes the quarter coin next to it (for scale) look like a penny. It’s covered in holes for air speed, and it‘s a safe bet it’ll pack one hell of a wallop.
A thick softbound government report with the aforementioned details printed on it, along with the royal seal of the home office, various printing details, and handwritten notes.
Nine shots of pairs of various types of boots, arranged in a 3x3 matrix. All boots save a single pair are black (the one exception being red), and they're all freshly cleaned, conditioned, and shined (where appropriate).
Hannelore (a young cis white woman with short blonde hair and five ring piercings visible in her right ear) from the webcomic Questionable Content, strip #2150. With a concerned and loving expression, she’s addressing someone out of frame (Marigold): “Someday, everything is going to go right for you, and it will be so wonderful you won’t even know what to do.”
Long shot of the strap. It’s about 18-24” long and 4” wide (very approximately), handle to tip. The business end consists of two dark brown 10oz English bridle leather blades stacked atop each other slapper-style, slotted elegantly into a chocolate brown Caribbean rosewood handle (curved for a perfect grip) and secured with three brass Chicago screws. A leather wrist strap is looped through a beveled hole at the handle’s end. It’s truly a thing of beauty, which is indeed a joy forever. :-)
A screenshot from the most recent She-Ra series. The older She-Ra, Mara, is clasping the hands of the younger one, Adora. With a very serious expression, she says: "You're worth more than what you can give to other people. You deserve love, too."
Three tiered screenshots from *The Owl House*. Amity, a purple-haired young witch, is kneeling beside Hunter, a very depressed character (only half visible in frame) who is lying flat on the ground. Her captioned dialogue: “I grew up thinking that everything was an opportunity to justify existing, but there are people out there who won't make you feel worthless. You just have to let yourself meet them.”
A front view of the US Capitol Building, taken from inside a taxi along Pennsylvania Avenue.
A tweet from me at 1:03pm on December 10th, 2020, reading: “I may have had to tap the brakes on telling my folks, but I’m out to two of my siblings and I’m ready to say it here: I’m Emily. I’m a girl. I’m trans and non-binary. I’m happier than I’ve felt in a long time. Maybe ever. If you now have a problem with me, ask yourself why.”
Screencap of a Tumblr post from “genderkoolaid”. No date, or sentence capitalization. Text reads: “in order to not succumb to sex negative conservatism you have to accept that people will get off to things that are upsetting to you. and you cannot assume anything about what they have or have not experienced, what they do or do not believe, and how they act based solely on what gets them off. even if it’s extremely confusing and disturbing to you. there are people who have only ever had heterosexual vanilla sex in missionary with the lights off, who actively contribute to more real world harm than your average fetish artist. kink is not a reliable source of information on someone’s moral standing. it just feels good to think that way.”
Another tweet of mine, dated October 5th, 2020: “Sometimes evil is so clearly manifest that a normal moral response is no longer possible or even appropriate.” Some words from my uncle regarding current political figures and the expectation of empathy. The man has a PhD in Philosophy (yes, I know that sounds redundant).
A tweet of mine from June 12th, 2016, in the wake of the Pulse club shooting: “I’m queer. It’s open knowledge amongst friends, but I’ve never before said it publicly. If you now have a problem with me, ask yourself why.”
[A tweet of mine posted at 10:50am local time on December 5th, 2020. Quotation marks indicated I was having one of my little inner dialogue moments.] “My God, are you actually spontaneously unironically humming?” Yep! If I could purr, I’d be doing that. And we’ve established any tail of mine would be wagging. “You weren’t at all this silly the last time.” “It’s different. That was in response to tragedy. This is for me.”
A post from me on the dead bird site at 1:38pm on Decemebr 2nd, 2020, reading: "So, I'm having a rather good day today, for reasons I'll elaborate on in the future. For now, please know that I'm radiating love and joy to all of you. :-)"
A “spanko get to know me” template with a variety of questions. Too many to transcribe.
A virtual certificate with text "Celebrating 10M users on Bluesky, #301,759, Foaly aka Emily ‪@foalpapers.bsky.social‬, joined on Jul 14, 2023"