Rev. Halcyon Daze
@facilitatrix
Hal, ey/em/eir, 3 aeons in a trenchcoat. Accused of the Devil's work & praised for the LORD's work with roughly equal frequency; for legal & safety reasons it's just me on the business cards. Hedge priest, raconteur, bioethicist, part-time psychopomp. 🔞
Woke up to a buncha older white guys in overalls getting donuts in the hotel lobby talking about how long they’ve been a part of the “chaser community” and got jumpscared til I realized they were all watching weather reports and the *very* dark clouds forming outside.
Hey theology pals, if you heard me yelling about deadlines in July, this was why 🥰
The cool leftist cousins have left so it’s now just me and a bunch of transphobic boomers. Shoutout to the cool cousins explicitly telling their kids that the older generation deadnaming me is explicitly a form of bullying.
I’m convinced everyone has a thrift shop item they regret not purchasing. Mine: ⚰️ A pastel pink jersey for a peewee softball team sponsored by the local mortuary; the team was called the Lil Diggers and the mascot was a ponytailed girl blowing a bubblegum bubble while digging a grave.
Got an hour before I roll out to brunch at the Masonic Lodge as the only one who didn’t go to church this morning, but fortunately most folks in this town will hear me say I’m a proud parishioner of St. Mattress on the Springs and just mutter something bonkers about Papists so
It Happened To Me: Getting to the first family reunion I’ve been to in eight years, in rural Indiana, and realizing ✨AS I PULL UP✨ that 80% of the people attending have no idea I transitioned.
Yeah, just Be Normal about it. 💖
Probably a very chipper nurse asking me to explain they/them pronouns to her while I was in the ER post-hysterectomy, fully bleeding through (thin) chux pads about every 5 minutes, and having Splash Mountain [Biblical Plague] happen every time they had to roll me to change the pad.
The concussion clinic at UCSF can’t see me until October, **after my disability leave is over** and something got fucked with my paperwork so I haven’t gotten paid since I started leave and the main effects of my head trauma mean I can’t be on my laptop or phone for more than 15 mins and just…
Sure, why not.
I have to travel for a family funeral next week and I’ve been thinking about how I would handle a situation like this. Dr. Croft does an excellent breakdown of the psychology that goes into this type of “spiritual warfare,” and my backpack now has a mason jar of earplugs for fellow passengers.
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Occasionally friends are like “Phoebe has no teeth, how does she eat crunchy treats?” and my answers are usually either “upsettingly,” or “with a level of tongue dexterity we primarily associate with alien symbiotes,” or “imagine a Muppet with a gullet.”
I am blessed with a cat who adores figuring out creative ways of slotting herself into whatever negative space exists in the crook of my arms and shoulders if I lie down for more than a few minutes.
This is technically the light in both my eyes and the light in @hikikomorphism.bsky.social ’s eyes thanks to a cool artist we met at a night art market in New Orleans.
Fact-checking myself: I have my streams crossed. CostCo does have caskets, but the convertible one is called Shelves For Life, by William Warren. If you want a cheaper alternative, a friendly local death doula can probably point you towards an easy-to-decorate pine or biodegradable cardboard casket.
Out of my ADHD meds, dealing with fresh grief and older trauma anniversaries, and my coffee grinder broke this morning. Phoebe kept chirping at me to follow her upstairs, flopped in a sunbeam, and meowed until I joined her on the floor. I still feel like shit, but she’s a very wise cat.
This beanie ended up much slouchier than intended but god the blacklight reactive dye from Seismic Yarns is fun. #Knitsky
I would make a terrible findom because my wishlists would roughly look like YOUR TRICKSTER GOD DEMANDS WARMER SLIPPER SOCKS FOR EIR WORSENING RAYNAUD’S.
Sometimes I remember kids at Bible Camp, circa… 2005? who shopped at an abstinence-only/purity culture brand called Wait Wear. Which later rebranded to Chastity Couture. Which also sold thongs.
Happy Passover from the upsettingly girthy leek I found for @directxman12.dev’s Seder.
My Amazing Technicolor Blacklight Spring Wrap is getting blocked! I really like how the subtle gradient of miniskeins means the flowers take a minute to be visible. #KnitSky
Being in a radically different field from your partner often means your main research contribution is memes.
My parents wanted proof of life (of Phoebe) post-earthquake and I think this is the most annoyed I’ve ever seen her, and, tragically it’s still extremely cute.
Thinking about that time some friends of mine asked me to use my Phenomenal Clergy Powers to help draft a plaque reading (in part) that I had certified their art piece as “100% Secular Geometry.” (Full details in alt)