White. Ace. Lesbian. Agender. Not consistently able. Generally clueless Interests: queer pride A review: âa plant-loving, gluten-hating angelâ Twitter: @__christchex They | call me Chex or Christi | 100% certified adult
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Here's to another year of reading. This year's goals include: reading at least 15 minutes a day, sharing the things I enjoyed, add more nonfiction, and to not feel guilty if I don't accomplish these goals!
2026 Reading List
January
Witch Child by Celia Rees
Even Though I Knew the End by C. L. Polk (novella)
These Fragile Graces, This Fugitive Heart by Izzy Wasserstein (novella)
The Change by Kirsten Miller
American Rapture by C. J. Leede
February
Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H.
Silver in the Wood/Drowned Country by Emily Tesh (novellas)
The thing thatâs always missing from the âwomen didnât fight for the right to work they were already working they fought to get paidâ is that many women also very much wanted to work.
Women wanted to be lawyers and engineers and chemists. They wanted to use their brains in challenging and interesting ways. They wanted to get the satisfaction from solving problems and inventing new shit and getting attention for it.
I know not everyone is born with intellectual curiosity or drive or determination but some people are and many of those people are women.
still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.
one of the most insidious things about bludgeoning trans women with "male socialization" is that it so often functions to discredit and poison our childhood experiences
so many of us carry the weight of our traumatic pasts like an infected limb, poisoned by the sex assignment that informed all the transmisogynistic abuse we survived. many of us would rather cut the limb off than try to save it, than try to reclaim our childhood selves
too often "male socialization" is conceived of not as the site of our trauma, but as a permanent mark we must continually apologize for. we are expected to sever all ties with the scared little girls within us who carry our trauma