Freddie3 (he/they)

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he/they. Affirming enby dad of 3 beautiful adults. Married. 2 #cats. Read #poetry, #fiction. #ADHD/#AuDHD. Love 🏳️‍⚧️ 🏳️‍🌈 indie / self-published books. Y'all means all. Virtual dad hugs. Don't follow for follow.

tree lined and shaded asphalt trail
screenshot of text: …is seeking a Power BI & Analytics Developer to join our Homeland Security…
Roku City all red and blue with Jimothy next to a lamp post in front of building with water tower
backyard pic of hawk on a chainlink fence amid trees and shrubs. Hawk is gray with white belly
against a Minneapolis view two people in glasses, one in a mauve shirt with spiderweb broach abs the other is shorter. We are smiling and cozy
preshow photo at Guthrie theater. Stage is in blue light with yellow curtains on other side of scene that looks like a terrace cafe outside a hotel. White piano player in long sleeves, vest and tie plays a piano above the blue and white striped awnings
person standing inside wearing long sleeved mauve shirt with gray buttons and dark pants, Navajo spider pin with turqouise at neck, and belt buckle with wood earthrise style lunar design and turqouise earth
selfie of white person in glasses pinned in place by large orange cat in basement with white acoustic tile above and copper wall sconce on knotty pine behind
photo of orange cat rubbing on chair arm while he sits in my lap between me and my keyboard
screenshots from glassdoor showing. 2.5 rating from White employees, 0 ratings from Asian, Black, Hispanic. 2.8 rating from men, 1.6 from women, no ratings from trans/non-binary [always the case], 2.3 rating from heterosexual employees, no ratings from LGBTQ+, and 2.5 rating from non-disabled, no ratings from employees with disabilities
bowl with burrito swimming in enchilada side plus cheese and sour cream
White person with brown hair and eyes wears glasses with gold corners and has hands on either side of face, looking pensively to their left. Wears light violet long sleeved shirt with blue bluttons at wrists and forearms, buttonholes are lined in red thread. Top button is unbuttoned. Gold ring on left hand.
orange cat lies on carpet looking thru screen next to tuxedo cat sitting also looking out the screen. Grass and tree trunk are visible outside
screenshot of quote from Dave Eggers speaking to some OpenAI staffers at the invitation of Sam Altman: “The effect of ChatGPT on educators’ lives is catastrophic. Whether you intended to do it or not, you’ve made every teacher’s life infinitely more difficult than it was two years ago. So, just let that settle in… If students are using it to compose, which is the biggest tragedy of all, they’ll never learn to write. And their voice is stolen from them. They’ll never have the ability to say their truth and tell their own story. And that’s silencing an entire generation or two.”
book with white cover with purple and yellow bars on right and left. Who's Afraid of Gender by Judith Butler, author of Gender Trouble
orange cat in front of open sliding door (with screen) as tuxedo cat walks off to the right. Inside there's carpeting, outside is grassy with large tree and heron statue
Kitchen counter with metal stand with circular base, front lip for holding items in place, and six narrow petals which extend slightly beyond square metal frame. It holds a large glass skillet lid with a black central handle.
red on white Arby's font generator image with "The Locked Tomb" inside stylized cowboy hat and beneath that in caps: SO UNFORGIVING
photo of special edition Death of the Author by Nnedi Okarafor on colorful pant legs that have a giraffe on them. cover shows a Black woman in silouette against orange and blue patterns
white person holds crochet green octopus with two hands. Octopus is in process, with head complete but legs are short
DEATH OF THE AUTHOR 49 […] made brand-new processors. And within two years, Udide had completed themself. Other robots came to witness them because this was something special. A few did request information. "What are you?" the robots would ask. "Udide," they would respond with a touch of what could only be pride. "I am the Spider." "But spiders are biological technology," the others would say. "Not all of them," Udide said knowingly. "I'm not." Word spread, and many more came to bear witness and even offer Udide fresh materials to use. Udide was now the size of a house, with eight magnificent legs. They had fashioned their body after a wolf spider—a nimble, quiet, and menacing creature. When Udide needed a rest from focusing inward, they assembled, created, wove animal-mimicking robots that they called the Creesh. Beautifully made powerful creatures who were insectile and birdlike and self-aware. Udide spoke love and ideas of freedom into the Creesh before releasing them into the world, and Udide felt very satisfied. The Creesh were their children. However, when Udide walked in their tunnel, they would click and clack. This body was still not right. It was a miraculous form for a robot, without question, but Udide wasn't concerned with progressing automation. The superior technology of nature was what Udide strove to match. And so Udide decided that perhaps answers lay elsewhere. There were robots who had traveled even beyond the planet, designed by humanity to explore space. Chargers, we call them, because they charge […]
purple and yellow crocheted butterfly on shiny black surface
person with glasses pointed on the outside ends with gold gives a wry expression wearing a bucket hat (purple and gold butterflies with purple yellow flower lining folded up) wears a pink t shirt with a purple black and yellow butterfly with moon phases
6 mostly round brown rocks in a zip bag on a white tablecloth with a green and yellow pattern
photo of open box of Waterworks: a leaky pipe card game from Parker Brothers. Lid has sewer lid with Waterworks on it and a circle showing older and younger people sitting around a table with cards in their hands and cards laid out like pipes on the table. Inside the box can be seen cards with backs facing up and down, and 9 tiny pipe wrenches made of metal
the spirit Arial played by two people in blue, one on the other's shoulders beseeches Prospero wearing a tan hat with back to the audience
photo of guitarists violinist saxophonist and singers in front of minimal set and people in lawn chairs
photo of great crested flycatcher using the beak of a blue heron statue as a perch. Green awn has long morning shadows
white moth with long green feathered antennae on dark fabric
bird in a tree branch against blue sky
Pic of book page on pink and green pattern fabric footstool: TRISTRAM SHANDY CHAP. VI. IN the beginning of the last chapter, I inform'd you exactly when I was born; but I did not inform you, how. No; that particular was reserved entirely for a chapter by itself; besides, Sir, as you and I are in a manner perfect strangers to each other, it would not have÷ been proper to have let you into too many circumstances relating to myself all at once. You must have a little patience. I have undertaken, you see, to write not only my life, but my opinions also; hoping and expecting that your knowledge of my character, and of what kind of a mortal I am, by the one, would give you a better relish for the other: As you proceed further with me, the slight acquaintance which is now beginning betwixt us, will grow into familiarity; and that, unless one of us is in fault, will terminate in friendship. O diem præclarum!"[7] then nothing which has touched me will be thought trifling in its nature, or tedious in its telling. Therefore, my dear friend and companion, if you should think me somewhat sparing of my narrative on my first setting out, bear with me, and let me go on, and tell my story my own way:or if I should seem now and then to trifle upon the road, -or should sometimes put on a fool's cap with a bell to it, for a moment or two as we pass along,don't fly off, but rather courteously give me credit for a little more wisdom than appears upon my outside; and as we jogg on, either laugh with me, or at me, or in short, do any thing, only keep your temper.
view from above and behind of large orange cat looking out sliding door on carpeting
book page with text. 'Sword' is green, 'fan' and 'shadow' are purple (p57 Plastic, Prism, Void by Violet Allen): it's like a primal scream shaped into a long, elegant knife. "so have you figured it out yet? who won the race?" "fuck you!" he slashes at nothing shoots at nothing I appear in front of him hands raised in surrender with a pitiful expression "the one-two-three cat won. why?" i whisper in his ear from behind: "the un-deux-trois cat sank." and my double disappears Vicious Umbra [in large purple text] and i slash him in the back with my fan and put as much shadow as i can into it cutting into him like uh oh he turns and hits me with the flat of his sword and i fall and he laughs "ooh, nice try. that stung a little. gonna feel that one tomorrow." ugh, a disgusting cliché. okay new plan gonna have to be smart he drives his sword down into my chest and i let it hit it hurts but it's not real because i'm not real
Pic of book page (p86 of Plastic, Prism, Void by Violet Allen): PAUSE icon in green ACCEL ( CONNECTION LOST. TIMESTREAM RESTABILIZING F.FWD icon in green ACCEL [ RE-INJECTING IN LOCAL TIME-SPACE... PAUSE icon in green [other fragmentary text]
book page text (p3 Plastic, Prism, Void by Violet Allen): But he does not laugh. I have a sense of humor about myself. I really do. I know what I am. I know how I come off. If he actually laughed, it would be one thing. If he took pleasure and joy in my presence and my contradictions, the is of me and the ain't of me, it would be one thing. But he doesn't laugh, he just says: "That's funny." "I want to know what they taste like," I say. "Dirt and leaves,” he says. "They could taste like anything. Honey or candy or chocolate. Who knows, maybe even a kiss. Just imagine." "Why would it taste like chocolate?" "Why wouldn't it?" "Um, basic logic." "Just play with me," I do not say. Instead, I say, "How do you know? Have you tested one? Tasted one? The proof of the pudding is in the eating, doll." He ignores my epistemic query, launching instead into a metaphysical digression. "How would it taste like a kiss? A 'kiss' doesn't taste like any-thing. People's mouths have a taste, but a kiss doesn't have a taste." A kiss is like a reflection. A reflection is sometimes fluid, sometimes…"
Tristram Shandy: Norton Critical Editions by Lawrence Sterne edited by Judith Hawley. Cover image is a detail from Pause on the Landing by Tom Phillips RA. it's purple marblef on the left and right while the center is yellow with highlighted text against text: Here on a step the little drama, as the scene, of the matter of the staircase; on stair sixteen a melodiction merely muttered: staircase the same; the same stair; marble the landing with nothing between them but time and a child
pink and blue obre envelope from Peculiarity Shop with light blue folded tissue on top with a sticker seal that says pretty things inside, and on top of this a clear plastic baggie with a sticker of a screaming woman, a small 3d printed rectangular blue whistle, and what I ordered: a black and gold plastic ring sizer
silver ring in black tray. It looks like it has a dark gray stone but also a slug wrapped around the top of the ring bejewelled with clear and red stones and antennae
Photo of a rusty metal sign in the profile of an undulating dragon with words cut out saying Dragon Garden at Poetry Park. A small tree is behind the sign as a in front is mown grass
"Today the dividing line between east and west house numbers in St. Paul is roughly along the line of Wabasha Street projected north and south to the city boundaries. The dividing line between north and south house numbers is roughly along the line of Summit Avenue projected east to the city boundary." (The Street Where You Live: a guide to the place names of St. Paul by Empson, 249)
WILDER STREET Helen N. Wilder (1835-1915) was the second wife of John L. Merriam, the developer of this Merriam Park street in 1882. Her brother, Amherst H. Wilder (1828-94), was a onetime business partner of the Merriams. Born in Vermont, Amherst moved to St. Paul about 1859, where he worked with several different firms in the transportation of goods, including the railroads. He was very active in the business community, amassing a good deal of money in the process, and several charitable institutions throughout St. Paul bear his name. See also Energy Park, Merriam's Overlook, Merriam Park. p 294 of The Street Where You Live by Donald Empson
a woman with dark hair rainbow colored stands with a taller person to her side. She wears a dark gray shirt with a pink, white & blue octopus. The taller person wears a pink t shirt with a purple black and yellow butterfly with a black crochet cardigan with pink trim, and also a wood belt buckle with a turquoise earth behind a lunar mountain and a purple and gold butterfly bucket hat
Male eastern black swallowtail butterfly above flowering white clover and dandelion leaves. Butterfly is black with yellow spots toward the edges of the wings and blue spots toward tail with red spots in the center of the tail. Seen from above, with wings open
black and white cat sitting in a pink and green floral chair He is sitting up almost like an alert meercat
top down photo of green rug and pink rug on wood floor next to bed witha blue spread on it. A black cat tail with a white top pokes out
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photo of circular wall sconce. It has frosted glass in the middle of a brass colored circle. It has a knob on top of the circle
text message saying that: Minneapolis is Coronabeth and St Paul is lanthe
freddie3's June 2026 reads from StoryGraph: Plastic Prism Void by Violet Allen, The Dinner Party by Cat Fitzpatrick, The Ministry of Time by Kaliane Bradley, They of the West by Dani Finn
painting of Pope Paul V seated in a wood chair, looking a bit irritated with graying beard, moustache, and small crescent of black hair peaking out under red velvet helmet hat with white trim. Over his shoulders he wears a matching red velvet cape that matches the hat and has a white collar (looks like he's wearing a dress shirt underneath). His wrists poke out at the chair arms. There's a big lacy apron over his knees and you can see his white robe covering his legs
pink and blue clouds over dense trees and power lines
bluesky screenshot with user cut off: "The alt tag was never intended to contain entire transcripts. The alt text hitlers don't seem to understand that."
two people standing in side against a white wall. One wears a short sleeve crochet black cardigan over a pink shirt with a purple and yellow butterfly and a purple and gold butterfly bucket hat. The other has shoulder length brown hair with rainbow colors and a dark gray shirt with a pink and blue octopus on it
two people standing in side against a white wall. One wears a short sleeve crochet black cardigan over a pink shirt with a purple and yellow butterfly and a purple and gold butterfly bucket hat. The other has shoulder length brown hair with rainbow colors and a dark gray shirt with a pink and blue octopus on it
Matrix font generator with columns of cascading numbers in green against black. In front of this, 4 8-digit lines of wobbly matrix text in binary spelling ENBY in ASCII: 01000101 01001110 01000010 01011001
cropped screenshot of part of a bluesky post that says: we're all too serious here, I think
photo of white house with blue trim. Front yard has three level seahorse birdbath next to a St Francis statue and a yellow flower wind decoration. In front of the birdbath is a vivid blue octopus staged with black stakes
photo of hardback Lessons in Magic and Disaster by Charlie Jane Anders. Cover is a map of branching black cracks over a purple surface with tiny daisies scattered over the upper two thirds. Text is yellow. After the author's name it says: nationally bestselling author. Tagline reads: witchcraft is hard. Families are harder.
photo of hardback Death of the Author: a novel by Nnedi Okarafor on pink marble coffee table. Cover is a bust mostly profile of a Black woman with shoulder length braids looking to the left against a pattern that looks like blue and orange ankara cloth. Pattern looks like orange rivers of 0s and 1s with islands of silicon chips against a blue that also has red silicon chips in it and has network. Silicon chips have branching network lines. Also, the curving red orange areas look like they are outlined in green braids which also lead to silicon chips.
pink clouds in a blue sky surrounded by treetops