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She/Fae/It • faeggot girlthing • weird-horror writer, performer, and preeminent freak of nature • God’s favorite in a well-adjusted kind of way Writing: https://newgurlxeno.itch.io LetterBoxd: https://boxd.it/2qQvL
If you’re wanting a deep dive on how Moore wrangled with a massively complex subject and still managed to make a masterpiece, this is highly recommended reading. Sandifer as always bringing it unparalleled.
The pain is immense. The old fucker can really kick, the only thing left to him of his glory days throwing his whole body like a cruise-missle boots-first across an interrogation table, just like he saw the swine do in old HK copagonzo flicks. Ah Guan wants to shit himself, but he flexes it back up inside his cramping guts. He can't just shit himself in the street. Who would clean it up? Witnessing God get his ass stomped into creation changes a man. King Fuck now understands, on some level, why so many holy men kill themselves when the ecstacies and the visions wear off. Fools. Holy Emperor Fuck knows what all the monks and priests of the world never figured out: it's the real estate that keeps you sane. Barnaby slips on the slick, airborne like a Sunday funny who sat on a tack. God, sensing his opportunity, limps upright and away. Absent his God, Holy Emperor Fuck turns to the angels for guidance, finding only the howling of an old man with a broken ass.
Il. Ah Guan had been shitting crazy all his adult life. His guts were a digestive circus of cramps and convulsions, searing acids and pent-up gases. Whatever was fucked beyond repair in there, he had no diagnosis-no true name to bind it-but he thought of his insides as a volcanic wasteland always but uncertainly on the verge of a tectonic tantrum, or a rabid, writhing animal prone to fits of bashing its stupid head against the bars of its cell. With no answers and so much time to ponder while squatting over the thunder bucket, he began to believe that some essential truth about his situation could be divined from human excrement. He likes to tell himself that's how he found himself here, pouring a sector's worth of bowel-tea out into a trench he dug with a dull shovel after an arduous collection shift and a nasty thrashing from an ornery ex-swine. Sounds better than he couldn't stand slaughterhouse or administrative work for the same reasons, and no one else would hire an odd, off-putting fag.
The Night Soilman Cometh
Gilbert Hernandez’ A Scanner Darkly, with a little Pynchon and Ennis
Honestly the only reason I didn’t is I have a couple books to finish first but I honestly might just take it today bc as late as I am to the love and rockets party I need a big slab of it to devour over time
The self-restraint it took me not to slip this tome from work like The Grinch stealing Christmas from men who deserve it less than me
Bugs Bunny in a tux saying "I wish all trans children a very live long enough to get revenge"
one of the things I disliked most about the rebuilds is that it ignores the EoE question of "what if you had a soulmate (derogatory)?"
"spanish bioshock but with catholic statues and your gun shoots your own blood"
The pain is immense. The old fucker can really kick, the only thing left to him of his glory days throwing his whole body like a cruise-missle boots-first across an interrogation table, just like he saw the swine do in old HK copagonzo flicks. Ah Guan wants to shit himself, but he flexes it back up inside his cramping guts. He can't just shit himself in the street. Who would clean it up? Witnessing God get his ass stomped into creation changes a man. King Fuck now understands, on some level, why so many holy men kill themselves when the ecstacies and the visions wear off. Fools. Holy Emperor Fuck knows what all the monks and priests of the world never figured out: it's the real estate that keeps you sane. Barnaby slips on the slick, airborne like a Sunday funny who sat on a tack. God, sensing his opportunity, limps upright and away. Absent his God, Holy Emperor Fuck turns to the angels for guidance, finding only the howling of an old man with a broken ass.
Il. Ah Guan had been shitting crazy all his adult life. His guts were a digestive circus of cramps and convulsions, searing acids and pent-up gases. Whatever was fucked beyond repair in there, he had no diagnosis-no true name to bind it-but he thought of his insides as a volcanic wasteland always but uncertainly on the verge of a tectonic tantrum, or a rabid, writhing animal prone to fits of bashing its stupid head against the bars of its cell. With no answers and so much time to ponder while squatting over the thunder bucket, he began to believe that some essential truth about his situation could be divined from human excrement. He likes to tell himself that's how he found himself here, pouring a sector's worth of bowel-tea out into a trench he dug with a dull shovel after an arduous collection shift and a nasty thrashing from an ornery ex-swine. Sounds better than he couldn't stand slaughterhouse or administrative work for the same reasons, and no one else would hire an odd, off-putting fag.
The Night Soilman Cometh
Gilbert Hernandez’ A Scanner Darkly, with a little Pynchon and Ennis
Of course!
Congrats!!
Images verified by Human Rights Watch show Israel fired white phosphorus in populated areas of southern Lebanon.
A Shadow The Hedgehog promotional image with the caption 'SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY. I SIMPLY DIDN'T REALISE THAT IT WASN'T ALL YEAR.'
Ah Guan, a man who is the archetypal “born to shit, forced to wipe”, exists in a world where he has to be the night soilman because indoor plumbing and sewage treatment systems haven’t been invented yet but surveillance and other policing techs are futuristic
an imaginary little cabin suspended in the sky
Suspended
watercolor 15x11 inches
#art @bsky.art
“Ah Guan was an anarchist but he bowed to the porcelain thrones all the same, whatever worn and yellowed thing protruded or sunk into the earth”
Taking my darlings out back because the banger line I wrote contradicts the fundamental worldbuilding
sour cherry zine 2026 pictured here
black tote with white screenprinted design that says "a lil angel.... a lil devil!" with a cat angel and a cat devil and some clouds
new tote with a different take on the sour cherry logo - sour cherry in green and the tops of two cherries lookin like a juicy butt
sour cherry comics 3187 16th st sf ca party march 13 from 4-8pm four our 4 year anniversary. photo of benny, beige terrier join our patreon during the month of march and get a free tote (must be $16 tier or higher, while supplies last)
this friday we will be celebrating our 4th birthday with a little party all afternoon. we will have a raffle (winners announced at 7pm), & the new free sour cherry zine!
ALSO!! we have a promo running all of march- join our patreon at the $16 tier or higher and get a free tote! 🍒✨❤️🔥
ATTENTION CALIFORNIA
thankfully people have come through with support and i am less desperate than i was - have not felt like i was actively starving the last few days, at least. i would like to rebuild pantry stuff now the rat invasion is behind me & also be able to be cavalier about deep cleaning dishes and pots
new poetry chapbook
"A SAFE PLACE TO BUY", work from summer 2025 to yesterday
$4 or best offer, free downloads encouraged
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
frogindustrialconcern.itch.io/a-safe-place...
welp, found a guy on reddit who appears to be digging a mine for asbestos-bearing rock in his backyard? i need to remember to check in on this occasionally
Pollack was an incredible trans rights activist, a visionary queer writer, and an inspirational Jewish practiticioner of magic and heresy. I would recommend Beatrix Gates as an introduction to her many achievements: pmpress.org/index.php?l=...
Woman in a purple and blue stripped button up shirt and black shorts. She’s smoking a cigarette in the backyard of her work
![SHRIEK [11]
these colors don't run / unless a hyena could cum! / American flag wrapped ruffled around his clitcock / tattered and bone-dry, as ever, at the end of the world.
/ Another futile ritual as prologue to the futile ritual of mail-order hyperviolence / as if to dry hands-washed of the dead nation dancing in the exhausted breeze of eternity up on its flagpole / like a corpse showboating in the noose it tied for everyone else and tripped into at the hanging. / At least the automated mail runs on time / privatized before the public execution of all life on earth / except, of course, for that stupid fucking bird / and the joke not in on his own telling
At least something will get some goddamn deliverance, down at the post-office](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ozcrlxiec4ryvh2b2zij43mb/bafkreictkowrmrkqfenxal6nczosdzxbko6rdfplxxydj7ym6y7tuo6hom)
SHRIEK [11] these colors don't run / unless a hyena could cum! / American flag wrapped ruffled around his clitcock / tattered and bone-dry, as ever, at the end of the world. / Another futile ritual as prologue to the futile ritual of mail-order hyperviolence / as if to dry hands-washed of the dead nation dancing in the exhausted breeze of eternity up on its flagpole / like a corpse showboating in the noose it tied for everyone else and tripped into at the hanging. / At least the automated mail runs on time / privatized before the public execution of all life on earth / except, of course, for that stupid fucking bird / and the joke not in on his own telling At least something will get some goddamn deliverance, down at the post-office
It’s international women’s day and I’m women. Buy my books or give me $$ or you hate women and light and art and beauty.
Writing: newgurlxeno.itch.io
Venmo: venmo.com/u/Persephone...
Mary Jane Watson wearing a green jacket, holding a cigarette in one hand and a match to light it in the other hand
Screenshot from the Planet of the Bass Tiktok where lyrics on screen say "Women are my favorite guy"
Screenshot from the Planet of the Bass Tiktok where lyrics on screen say "Tell the world 'stop the war'"
This song feels incredibly relevant today.
Cherry Blossom Leafeon 🌸
Joining the chorus for the once in awhile reminder that if you’re not following Persephone you should be. Have a look, read a sample, she’s the real deal.
Happy #transrightsreadathon I’m a trans author writing horror & I’ve got a huge back log you can choose from, that’s right baby I got range just like my gender expression 😎👌
50% of all my sales during #trr will go to CASANEM in Brazil
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