Conor Titania Mc Bride

@pigworker.bsky.social

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I'm a trans-femme poly Computer Scientist. Apartheid target. Cardiac outpatient. Hatstand owner. Tomato grower. Doctor Who fan. I do not trust this place. @pigworker@types.pl on fedi Don't call me Sir. Do call me "her" personally, or "them" professionally.

A tableau on a dark green velvet footstool. Top row: almond-coloured pop socks, leg wax, Edward Gorey playing cards Middle row: “Estro Junkies” by Talia Bhatt and Beth Leigh-Ann, “Where We Stand, Where We Fall (the politics of Doctor Who) by Lizbeth Myles, the Blake’s 7 Season B box set Bottom row: my knees in a green midi frock.
a Blake's 7 title card, reading "EDITING CHILDREN BY HILARY CASS"
a Blake's 7 title card, reading "STUART FELL BY OLIVER CROMWELL"
two men in a white car at traffic lights on Minard Road, Glasgow
bathroom mirror selfie in green shirt and skirt, pink raincoat, with purple handbag
a shack painted blue, labelled Boathouse Cafe
disaffected young men in sunny Bo’ness
me in a green satin shirt, a dark green pleated miniskirt, black tights and black Converse baseball boots, taken in my bathroom mirror
a bowl of rice, topped with a red and green curry whose ingredients are listed in the main text
three faces of a six bottle cardboard box, now full of wild garlic
Jacqueline Pearce, with long black hair, in a white blouse and patterned dress, on the deck of a ship, on my television
a white bowl full of red wine, with giant cous cous at swim
still from a 1970s TV show, in which the Glaswegian “Bridge to Nowhere” has not yet had Tay House built on it
Glasgow southside sunset with pink flying V of lit up cloud
mirror selfie in black pu long-sleeved belted shirt dress, black tights and black pu stiletto over-the-knee boots
Still from Doctor Who "The Androids of Tara" freaturing Cyril Shaps in his role as Archimandrite, in robes and an ecclesiastical headpiece in rainbow stripes.
Zohran Mamdani meme, reading "A CANNAE MIND THE QUADRATIC for MULA"
sofa splat selfie of me in a big gold maxi dress
me, a long haired woman in a big gold dress, with my back (i.e. my hair) to the camera
my middle in a big gold frock
a wooden hatstand with a coat hanging on one of its hooks and a cardboard stovepipe hat on top, next to an untidy desk under an office window, with a pair of white stilettos tucked underneath the desk drawers
an old windmill which has lost its sails
a sluice damming a river from bridge where the railing has a circular sign with the number 1 on it
mirror selfie purple maxi
mirror selfie in black cami maxi frock with left thigh split
Mirror selfie in army green short-sleeved satin shirt, bottle green pleated miniskirt, legs, and stiletto boots.
a bowl of fava beans and aubergines, cooked with bird eye chillies and spicing nodding to India, topped with rocket, coriander, tomato and spring onion
a bathtub full of wild garlic and cold water
selfie in lift; long greying hair, sunglasses, black satin trench coat, tote bag saying “build oneself anew”, pink minidress, fishnets, black ankle boots with four inch heels
me in a purple frock on a spiral stair with my stubbly face in a sunbeam
me, pointing with my stage right hand whilst giving a talk at BCTCS2025; I am wearing a short-sleeved green velvet maxi dress and sock-ankled boots with 4 inch heels
a grey commercial rubbish bin with black wheels and a black lid bearing the graffiti (executed in black paint of some sort) "Conor Mcbride walked past this bin"; the bin is next to a bollard decorated with mostly red mosaic tiles
a seedling tray on a windowsill, high in an office block, overlooking rooftops and a street; the tray is labelled “black oblongo”, and has several green shoots of tomato plants waving their dicotyledons
a view south over tenemented streets in southside Glasgow, this damp and misty morning
oysters, shallot, bird eye chilli, garlic, lime juice, pomegranate molasses, smoked salt, tawny port