for my fellow OFMD peeps. I present The Chain, but it’s playing in the other room while it rains. Because I couldn’t find it and i needed it.

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for my fellow OFMD peeps. I present The Chain, but it’s playing in the other room while it rains. Because I couldn’t find it and i needed it.
so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.
however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.
the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.
i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.
but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.
wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.
also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:
https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters
love and rage 🏳️⚧️
[note: no AI was used at any point in the creation of this artwork]
so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.
however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.
the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.
i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.
but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.
wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.
also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:
https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters
love and rage 🏳️⚧️
[note: no AI was used at any point in the creation of this artwork]
so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.
however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.
the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.
i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.
but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.
wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.
also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:
https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters
love and rage 🏳️⚧️
[note: no AI was used at any point in the creation of this artwork]
so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.
however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.
the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.
i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.
but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.
wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.
also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:
https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters
love and rage 🏳️⚧️
[note: no AI was used at any point in the creation of this artwork]
so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.
however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.
the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.
i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.
but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.
wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.
also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:
https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters
love and rage 🏳️⚧️
[note: no AI was used at any point in the creation of this artwork]
Troops, it is our time, this is our call.
We are done being fucked with.
the mutuals are getting mythological about the trials of modern life tonight on tumblr dot com
this guy’s awesome fujoshi wife…
“The employees need a larger salary” “hmmmm large celery”
"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
Oh yeah, she deserved that Oscar bad
He wants to fuck her so bad it makes him look stupid
That's his fiancee.
consuming media like
hey itll be okay. blorbo covered in blood
my post? dont smoke my post?
Small but Strong™
You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?
If I told you I wrote this while thinking about the dangers of being visibly trans vs never trying to transition at all, happiness followed by a bright, burning end, smacking hard against a concrete ocean vs playing it too safe and never flying high, dooming you to a cold, crushing end from drowning, You'd believe me, right?
Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet
She’s so one dimensionally evil you guys 😭😭 how is she real
read this and remember it. read this and remember that she is going to use the profits of her fucking ego-stroking reboot to decimate trans rights. read this and remember that every time you pay into her IP, you are emboldening her to hurt us more.
our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
trans lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.