Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Joined January 12, 2025
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languages-ish:
🇵🇹 | 🇩🇪 | 🇫🇷
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🇺🇦 | 🇯🇵 | 🇳🇴 | 🇳🇱
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Edmonton, Alberta
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
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1d ago
@Willow Oh. No, no that does not sound ideal. 😬
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
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1d ago
Me, in an earthquake: Chat, vibe check?
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
Surprised there isn't boot leather seasoning sold in grocery stores these days.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
Yes, Luke: I'm, like, your father or whatever.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
You're telling me an Aussie ruled this football?!?
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
LLMs are an interesting research subject and probably should have stayed that way for another decade at least.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
When I find out that a sports team funds or is supported by something awful, I drop support immediately. Much like Tigres being sponsored by Cemex, a concrete supplier to Israel.
Also: the Edmonton Oilers.
Also: the Edmonton Oilers.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
Metamour made lovely pulled pork for burritos and now my tummy is smiling.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
@RuthODay2 Tut mir leid, meine Freundin. Zumindest stehen sie nicht in der Abstiegszone. 😟
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
@miriamrobern Oh heck! 🥰🩵
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
@soph I'm so lucky you think so. 🥺🩷
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
Los geht's! Die Eisbären Berlin steht noch einmal in dem Finale!
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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2d ago
Yesterday in Port Coquitlam.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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3d ago
🎵 Everybody loves the twins. 🎵
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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3d ago
Pleased to announce I've awakened a love of sports among the bisexual and pansexual members of the polycule by reminding them of shirtless men.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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4d ago
No one in my polycule besides me likes soccer.
It's Messi.
It's Messi.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 11, 2026
Just entering Port Coquitlam, there's a sign on the side of the road that says “congestion ahead”.
Why would you want to scream “policy failure” so loudly?
Why would you want to scream “policy failure” so loudly?
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 09, 2026
Jesse Singal can suck my dick, wait for me to have bottom surgery, then eat me out.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 09, 2026
Why, yes, my heart is jumping around, thanks for asking!
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 09, 2026
As I've become older, I've realized.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 09, 2026
@SRLevine Yesssss!
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 09, 2026
C'mon, you know that's a fucking stellar idea.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 09, 2026
A novel about a lesbian vampire who becomes Death and is now very torn about her new role and having to take life.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 08, 2026
When I was being physically bullied at school and I physically pushed back, my bullies also lost their spines but told my classmates that they sure showed me.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 07, 2026
@gildilinie Might as well go for something like a soda.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 07, 2026
Me: I studied ulterior design.
Her: Why?
Me: I have my reasons.
Her: Why?
Me: I have my reasons.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 07, 2026
But, hey, at least you stopped me from playing sports.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 07, 2026
@EmilyGB2023 Sis, you and me both.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 07, 2026
Everything is going really well online I see today, yep.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 07, 2026
It's easy to see that us white people view nothing as being more powerful and important than the path of least resistance.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 06, 2026
@Willow I've only now discovered that you're also ace in Norway as well as Japan. 🤯
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Apr 02, 2026
I'm an Albertan.
Every morning, I get out of bed, get into my diesel powered, lifted Ford F-350 and drive to my bathroom.
This is freedom.
Every morning, I get out of bed, get into my diesel powered, lifted Ford F-350 and drive to my bathroom.
This is freedom.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 29, 2026
@flesh It's a joke.
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 28, 2026
Castlevania (1986) is the story of racist, English property developer, Simon Belmont, as he wages a violent gentrification campaign in the Transylvanian countryside against a quiet, introverted, Romanian property owner, Dracula.
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 26, 2026
@Willow The lost years, continued
By 2015, I was a complete mess. Everything I touched in life had turned to shit and withered.
I found myself working up in Yellowknife and spent most evenings in a café. It wasn't long before I was scratching out an entire life analysis in a sketchbook trying to figure out where I went so horribly wrong.
I went all the way back as far as I could remember and wrote down every major choice point I had control of.
After a couple of evenings burning ink cataloging my past in the sketchbook, I hit my teen years. And I remembered this whole silly thing about wanting to be a girl.
I stopped. Ordered another espresso. Came back. Stared at the sketchbook. Wrote “If you go down this path, you might not come back.” Stared a bit more. Packed up, went back to the workers' motel.
I wasn't ready. Not that night.
I was scared about going to the café after work the next day. It was on my mind all shift. But, I went. Opened back to the last page. Took a deep breath. Put my pen to paper. And. Well.
Here we are.
But, I didn't transition for another six years. After that summer, my dad went homeless and was living in his welding shop. I was working cheap or free to keep him from sleeping rough while trying to also help my partner through her ups and downs. Transition seemed so close, but so far. Trying to transition while working construction would have meant my dad's clients would have walked. Everything would have collapsed.
2020 had a knack for many things collapsing, more than we knew. Like many trans people, the pandemic catalyzed me being able to transition. Unlike most people, it's because I finally had lost nearly everything. The pandemic made quick work of killing the welding shop and my dad moved to Ontario. I had little left to lose, just my relationship. Finally, just after the New Year in 2021, I came out.
And… it's been a struggle. I unexpectedly became disabled in an industrial accident just over a year into transition. My partner's health has declined. Once I'm off compensation, the future looks… not great.
But, would I take my transition back? No. I fought for this. No matter how tattered, how bad, how cloistered my transition has been, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
By 2015, I was a complete mess. Everything I touched in life had turned to shit and withered.
I found myself working up in Yellowknife and spent most evenings in a café. It wasn't long before I was scratching out an entire life analysis in a sketchbook trying to figure out where I went so horribly wrong.
I went all the way back as far as I could remember and wrote down every major choice point I had control of.
After a couple of evenings burning ink cataloging my past in the sketchbook, I hit my teen years. And I remembered this whole silly thing about wanting to be a girl.
I stopped. Ordered another espresso. Came back. Stared at the sketchbook. Wrote “If you go down this path, you might not come back.” Stared a bit more. Packed up, went back to the workers' motel.
I wasn't ready. Not that night.
I was scared about going to the café after work the next day. It was on my mind all shift. But, I went. Opened back to the last page. Took a deep breath. Put my pen to paper. And. Well.
Here we are.
But, I didn't transition for another six years. After that summer, my dad went homeless and was living in his welding shop. I was working cheap or free to keep him from sleeping rough while trying to also help my partner through her ups and downs. Transition seemed so close, but so far. Trying to transition while working construction would have meant my dad's clients would have walked. Everything would have collapsed.
2020 had a knack for many things collapsing, more than we knew. Like many trans people, the pandemic catalyzed me being able to transition. Unlike most people, it's because I finally had lost nearly everything. The pandemic made quick work of killing the welding shop and my dad moved to Ontario. I had little left to lose, just my relationship. Finally, just after the New Year in 2021, I came out.
And… it's been a struggle. I unexpectedly became disabled in an industrial accident just over a year into transition. My partner's health has declined. Once I'm off compensation, the future looks… not great.
But, would I take my transition back? No. I fought for this. No matter how tattered, how bad, how cloistered my transition has been, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 25, 2026
@Willow The lost years, 1999–2015
From 1999 to 2015 — 19 to 35 years old — I became what my understanding of being cishet was. And pretty awful at that until I hit 32 years old.
I believed terrible, evangelical bullshit until I was 26. Abusive. Patriarchal. Controlling. “Love the sinner, hate the sin” bullshit that I choked on as a teen but somehow used now.
Surprising no one, I was also labelled as a “great guy” during this time by both men and women alike.
Awful. Just horrific stuff that society tells you is good. But, no one questioned it. No one questioned me, either. Society likes to reinforce you like that.
But, I started a new relationship with my current partner at 25 and, after a year, I saw what that abusive mentality was doing to her. I was lucky enough to look in the mirror and ask myself what it would feel like if she did that to me.
So I stopped. Sadly, I couldn't take it back, but I could make it better. That's what I tried to do.
At the same time, I lost my main social network. My relationship with my partner healed in some ways, but strained in others. We separated for a while, but eventually got back together.
Other troubles started. At 30, I became estranged from my mother in what was a long time coming. The same year, my job ended the careers of several people, including myself. I tried to get by with freelancing and working in a kitchen.
Was I improving as a person? Depends on if you call being a shitlib “improvement”.
I got taken to task by a gender studies academic while at dinner on vacation in Portugal in 2012 and I didn't realize it. I deserved every moment of it, but I laughed the whole thing off like she was just full of gender studies bullshit. It took me going to bed and waking up in the hostel the next morning to realize not only that she was right but that I was full of shit.
That trip was the end of my liberalism at 32.
Afterwards though, personally, everything was falling apart. We were having troubles affording things. My partner struggled to keep work. Her chronic illness took a bad, critical turn that needed expensive treatment. I found myself working where I vowed I would never work: in my dad's welding shop.
And, in part, me working there brought me back what I had thrown away.
(Continued later)
From 1999 to 2015 — 19 to 35 years old — I became what my understanding of being cishet was. And pretty awful at that until I hit 32 years old.
I believed terrible, evangelical bullshit until I was 26. Abusive. Patriarchal. Controlling. “Love the sinner, hate the sin” bullshit that I choked on as a teen but somehow used now.
Surprising no one, I was also labelled as a “great guy” during this time by both men and women alike.
Awful. Just horrific stuff that society tells you is good. But, no one questioned it. No one questioned me, either. Society likes to reinforce you like that.
But, I started a new relationship with my current partner at 25 and, after a year, I saw what that abusive mentality was doing to her. I was lucky enough to look in the mirror and ask myself what it would feel like if she did that to me.
So I stopped. Sadly, I couldn't take it back, but I could make it better. That's what I tried to do.
At the same time, I lost my main social network. My relationship with my partner healed in some ways, but strained in others. We separated for a while, but eventually got back together.
Other troubles started. At 30, I became estranged from my mother in what was a long time coming. The same year, my job ended the careers of several people, including myself. I tried to get by with freelancing and working in a kitchen.
Was I improving as a person? Depends on if you call being a shitlib “improvement”.
I got taken to task by a gender studies academic while at dinner on vacation in Portugal in 2012 and I didn't realize it. I deserved every moment of it, but I laughed the whole thing off like she was just full of gender studies bullshit. It took me going to bed and waking up in the hostel the next morning to realize not only that she was right but that I was full of shit.
That trip was the end of my liberalism at 32.
Afterwards though, personally, everything was falling apart. We were having troubles affording things. My partner struggled to keep work. Her chronic illness took a bad, critical turn that needed expensive treatment. I found myself working where I vowed I would never work: in my dad's welding shop.
And, in part, me working there brought me back what I had thrown away.
(Continued later)
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 25, 2026
@crowbriarhexe Our media absolutely told these stories not to just laugh at people like us, but to openly warn us what would happen to us if we dared try to be ourselves, to the point where we couldn't even resonate with our depictions.
“Barbaric” isn't even close to a correct term to try to describe it.
@Willow
“Barbaric” isn't even close to a correct term to try to describe it.
@Willow
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 25, 2026
@Willow The end of high school and beginning of university, 1998–1999
The last year of high school seemed like a blur. It was also oddly the first year where bullying happened behind my back instead of to my face. And I was somewhat accepted.
Looking back, yeah: I finally learned how to assimilate.
I also started absorbing a lot of hot garbage my mom had been selling me for also a decade of throwing money at televangelists. Extremely regretful, with some of the usual stereotypes that come with it.
You wouldn't have wanted to know me. I didn't want to know me. I think that was probably the point.
But, for reasons I'll keep to myself, at the end of my first year of university, I had need to scroll through psychological and psychiatric resources on this thing called high-speed internet. I was looking up things to try to understand something someone I was close to was going through (unsuccessfully, sadly).
But, as I was going through a list of disorders, conditions, etc., I saw a link for something called “gender identity disorder”. This wasn't what I was looking for, but I was going through this website's disorders list alphabetically and thought “Eh, I've come this far. Why not?”
So I started reading.
Summary.
History.
…oh.
Diagnosis.
Symptoms.
Oh. Oh, no.
Treatment.
Prognosis.
…fuck.
Me. I'm reading about me. This whole page is me. I'm not even supposed to be here, but… this is me, dead to rights.
The prognosis section of the page outlined that studies show patients typically report their distress continues until relief was sought with treatment (gender transition).
“Not me. I'm going to be different.”
I closed the page and threw myself away completely for the next 22 years.
(Continued later)
The last year of high school seemed like a blur. It was also oddly the first year where bullying happened behind my back instead of to my face. And I was somewhat accepted.
Looking back, yeah: I finally learned how to assimilate.
I also started absorbing a lot of hot garbage my mom had been selling me for also a decade of throwing money at televangelists. Extremely regretful, with some of the usual stereotypes that come with it.
You wouldn't have wanted to know me. I didn't want to know me. I think that was probably the point.
But, for reasons I'll keep to myself, at the end of my first year of university, I had need to scroll through psychological and psychiatric resources on this thing called high-speed internet. I was looking up things to try to understand something someone I was close to was going through (unsuccessfully, sadly).
But, as I was going through a list of disorders, conditions, etc., I saw a link for something called “gender identity disorder”. This wasn't what I was looking for, but I was going through this website's disorders list alphabetically and thought “Eh, I've come this far. Why not?”
So I started reading.
Summary.
History.
…oh.
Diagnosis.
Symptoms.
Oh. Oh, no.
Treatment.
Prognosis.
…fuck.
Me. I'm reading about me. This whole page is me. I'm not even supposed to be here, but… this is me, dead to rights.
The prognosis section of the page outlined that studies show patients typically report their distress continues until relief was sought with treatment (gender transition).
“Not me. I'm going to be different.”
I closed the page and threw myself away completely for the next 22 years.
(Continued later)
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 24, 2026
@Willow Teen years: 1993–1997
My next two weeks were rough. I was trained at home by my mother to put on the act that I was always fine, but I couldn't care to. My mood even prompted my father, who was very stoic at the time, to ask if I was okay.
Eventually, I put the face back on. I was broken underneath it.
Over the next few years, I struggled to cope. I thought I was the only girl like me. Yes, I saw Ace Ventura. Yes, my mom liked to laugh at the trans women on Jerry Springer. Yes, I heard of people who had sex changes. But, the media depiction was so awful, so nefarious. I didn't make the link that those people were like me simply because these people were so caricaturized by media, intentionally demonized. I didn't feel like some evil, laughable character on TV. I just felt so alone.
But, I did manage to have moments that I'd steal for myself where I'd move through the world as a secret girl. In the hallways at school. On the bus. In my room. Walking home. No one had to know.
…until someone figured me out.
Grade 11 math class was awful, taught by a retired, Hall of Fame athlete who barely taught class and spent his time outside chainsmoking. He would answer questions with the phrase “Don't ask questions about things you don't understand.” Easily the worst teacher I ever had.
I made friends in the back of the classroom with some girls and we got along like a house on fire. Anytime the teacher left, we'd start joking and laughing. It was a lot of fun. I felt like me.
And the girls could tell.
At the end of semester, when the teacher left one class to smoke, the girls offered me a hangout. A shopping trip. For cosmetics. And clothes. And to show me how to use them. And going out for a movie. And it was all deeply sincere.
“You know… just a girl's night out. What do you think?”
I froze. I immediately replayed grade 11 in my head and realized that year, at school, that I somehow dropped my guard and stopped pretending I was a boy. And it showed. So much. The way I walked. Held my books. Talked. I was such a fool. Idiot. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't being so secret of a girl, anymore.
I refused her offer. Silently. We never talked about it, again.
The rest of the year, I changed the way I walked and wouldn't walk that way in a long, long time.
(Continued later)
My next two weeks were rough. I was trained at home by my mother to put on the act that I was always fine, but I couldn't care to. My mood even prompted my father, who was very stoic at the time, to ask if I was okay.
Eventually, I put the face back on. I was broken underneath it.
Over the next few years, I struggled to cope. I thought I was the only girl like me. Yes, I saw Ace Ventura. Yes, my mom liked to laugh at the trans women on Jerry Springer. Yes, I heard of people who had sex changes. But, the media depiction was so awful, so nefarious. I didn't make the link that those people were like me simply because these people were so caricaturized by media, intentionally demonized. I didn't feel like some evil, laughable character on TV. I just felt so alone.
But, I did manage to have moments that I'd steal for myself where I'd move through the world as a secret girl. In the hallways at school. On the bus. In my room. Walking home. No one had to know.
…until someone figured me out.
Grade 11 math class was awful, taught by a retired, Hall of Fame athlete who barely taught class and spent his time outside chainsmoking. He would answer questions with the phrase “Don't ask questions about things you don't understand.” Easily the worst teacher I ever had.
I made friends in the back of the classroom with some girls and we got along like a house on fire. Anytime the teacher left, we'd start joking and laughing. It was a lot of fun. I felt like me.
And the girls could tell.
At the end of semester, when the teacher left one class to smoke, the girls offered me a hangout. A shopping trip. For cosmetics. And clothes. And to show me how to use them. And going out for a movie. And it was all deeply sincere.
“You know… just a girl's night out. What do you think?”
I froze. I immediately replayed grade 11 in my head and realized that year, at school, that I somehow dropped my guard and stopped pretending I was a boy. And it showed. So much. The way I walked. Held my books. Talked. I was such a fool. Idiot. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't being so secret of a girl, anymore.
I refused her offer. Silently. We never talked about it, again.
The rest of the year, I changed the way I walked and wouldn't walk that way in a long, long time.
(Continued later)
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 24, 2026
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 24, 2026
@Willow Summer. 1993. I was 13.
Puberty hit me hard between grades 7 and 8. Fast. Ugly.
I was mistaken for my dad on the phone. Adam's apple to next week. Hair already giving away the fact I'll go bald. I hated every moment of it, way more than the other boys.
It hit so hard, in fact, that my pituitary gland had to balance my body out with estrogen, with an unexpected side effect: hard lumps under my nipples.
The doctor said it was temporary, puberty-induced gynecomastia, and that it would go away in about 6–12 months. Most boys would probably be elated and play video games. I walked out of his office numb. And that numbness bothered me. In fact, it bothered me the rest of the day.
You see, I was a kid who ideated suicide a lot, very quietly. My parents screamed and fought constantly. I was viciously abused at school for my high marks and my (unaware-to-me) queerness. I was used to the numbness of wanting to cease.
This wasn't that. This numbness pulled. At my mind. The rest of the day. And it wouldn't leave
I went to sleep bothered not to be able to figure it out, like a limb that fell asleep that won't wake up. I eventually decided to try to sleep and worry about it the next day. My brain went quiet. Until:
“Oh,” a little, calm, rational voice — my voice — said, “you have little breast buds and you don't want to lose them.
But. You're going to. And that hurts. That's the problem.”
That voice was tiny, but it split my brain like a thundercrack. I immediately knew.
I was a girl.
I cried silently in my bed for what seemed like hours. It wasn't a mistake, what this voice said. But God wouldn't fuck up this bad. Science wouldn't fuck up this bad. There has to be something.
What can I do?
What… could I do?
There's… nothing I could do.
I cried myself to sleep knowing who I was, but more trapped than I could imagine.
That's the story of discovery. I'll write more later.
Puberty hit me hard between grades 7 and 8. Fast. Ugly.
I was mistaken for my dad on the phone. Adam's apple to next week. Hair already giving away the fact I'll go bald. I hated every moment of it, way more than the other boys.
It hit so hard, in fact, that my pituitary gland had to balance my body out with estrogen, with an unexpected side effect: hard lumps under my nipples.
The doctor said it was temporary, puberty-induced gynecomastia, and that it would go away in about 6–12 months. Most boys would probably be elated and play video games. I walked out of his office numb. And that numbness bothered me. In fact, it bothered me the rest of the day.
You see, I was a kid who ideated suicide a lot, very quietly. My parents screamed and fought constantly. I was viciously abused at school for my high marks and my (unaware-to-me) queerness. I was used to the numbness of wanting to cease.
This wasn't that. This numbness pulled. At my mind. The rest of the day. And it wouldn't leave
I went to sleep bothered not to be able to figure it out, like a limb that fell asleep that won't wake up. I eventually decided to try to sleep and worry about it the next day. My brain went quiet. Until:
“Oh,” a little, calm, rational voice — my voice — said, “you have little breast buds and you don't want to lose them.
But. You're going to. And that hurts. That's the problem.”
That voice was tiny, but it split my brain like a thundercrack. I immediately knew.
I was a girl.
I cried silently in my bed for what seemed like hours. It wasn't a mistake, what this voice said. But God wouldn't fuck up this bad. Science wouldn't fuck up this bad. There has to be something.
What can I do?
What… could I do?
There's… nothing I could do.
I cried myself to sleep knowing who I was, but more trapped than I could imagine.
That's the story of discovery. I'll write more later.
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 17, 2026
Felt delete, might cute later.
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 16, 2026
Sort of love how the NHL rewards a conservative province, known for autocratically rolling back human rights, with the World Cup of Hockey. There really is a nice ring to all of that. It does makes sense.
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
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@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 13, 2026
The Great Divide continued.
It had been 10,000 days since we had last seen the federation.
Some had forgotten the sun. Some, the moon.
Others told stories of speaking to trans women across The Great Divide, telling tales of the Lost Goddesses of the federation.
The dying of the fires of the night meant a return to slumber, to dream of worlds beyond. A chance to hope.
It had been 10,000 days since we had last seen the federation.
Some had forgotten the sun. Some, the moon.
Others told stories of speaking to trans women across The Great Divide, telling tales of the Lost Goddesses of the federation.
The dying of the fires of the night meant a return to slumber, to dream of worlds beyond. A chance to hope.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 05, 2026
It turns out a lot of you agree about trans women.
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Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
Jenny From Castle Downs
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
large boobs of depression | a slightly-cyborg, bisexual mess | failed artist and designer | I used to get hit by vulcanized rubber projectiles for fun | I like languages a lot | I'd rather be cooking, probably | 🏳️⚧️
chaosfem.tw
@JenWithGravy@chaosfem.tw
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Mar 05, 2026
Trans women. Boost if you agree.
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