J U N I P E R
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Ph.D. in English | Queerness, Speculative Fiction, and Film & Media Studies | Pan’ Transbian 🏳️‍⚧️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 | Multi-Fandom VRChat User | 30s
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deepspaceswine.bsky.social
This week has involved me being the most normal I have been about other women. So normal.
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megrowler.fangraphs.com
I do not smoke and badly want a cigarette.
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ricket.bsky.social
Open for sketchpage commissions! Additional pricing details are on the form.
(Sm $45 | Med $75 | Lrg $120 | or pick your own)

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shimi.bsky.social
Find yourself a love that looks into your eyes like this.
A rough, loose pencil WIP sketch of the cover art of “Playdate: Scratch and Me”) of a Wolf (WLF-7) and a Coyote (CYT-3) joyfully playing. They face each other with raised tails and open mouths, paws lifted mid-step as if dancing or sparring in affection. One of their front paws touch. The lines are quick and energetic, capturing motion, laughter, and the warmth of shared wildness.
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shimi.bsky.social
New #Zine Play date: Scratch & Me. 1/2: What starts as #animalhrt reintegration turns into a gay, feral mess. Tail-flags, enrichment-bot-humping, & creaturely flirtation they don’t have protocols for. #exhumanisn #therianthropy & finding love thru nosebumps, leg mounts, & disregarding clipboards.
Page 1 – Cover
Alt text: A black-and-white illustrated zine cover titled PlayDate: Scratch & Me by Shimi & Critter. A wolf and a coyote face each other playfully, their tails raised, mouths open mid-bark, arrows curving between them. Text at bottom: “Research notes remain property of Glaxo Smyth-Klein. Page 2 – Foreword
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Typed text under the heading Foreword:

This field account represents an early-stage observation of cross-species affective integration during post-theriomorphic rehabilitation. Following the administration of Lupinex (Therionyl–5mL, Dose 9), subject WLF-7 was introduced to a controlled interaction zone for social re-acclimation with subject CYT-3 (‘Scratch’), a coyote-type who had successfully completed full human sentience-divestment protocols two months prior to these events.

What ensued was neither anomalous nor unexpected… While not explicitly designed as a courtship environment, the enclosure nevertheless provided adequate stimulus for instinct-led affiliative behaviors, scent-sharing, and what supervisory logs delicately refer to as ‘non-target arousal states.’

This transcript has been preserved in its near-entirety as a rare qualitative snapshot of joy unburdened by language, love untroubled by taxonomy… For the record: the enrichment bot did not survive.”
At the bottom: “– Journal of Transitional Companion Species Studies, Vol. 12, Issue 3. Field Editor: Dr. E.J. Cark. Catalog Ref: WLF-7/CYT-3/PLAY-009. Page 3 – PlayDate: Scratch & Me (Opening)
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Reused cover Illustration of WLF-7 and Scratch a coyote  facing each other playfully above the title PlayDate: Scratch & Me:

They told me the playdate was species-safe and therapeutic integration support. A “familiarity session,” they said, smiling, holding clipboards. No cages, no needles, no species-adjusted stress-testing. Just me, a freshly-run wolf girl, still sloshy with Therionyl, and my best friend, a coyote who’d gone in two months earlier, now known, simply, as Scratch.
	I think we used to be inseparable? Back before paws. I don’t remember what we called each other then. It’s like remembering hands. She says her name used to be “not important.” Feels about right.
	Scratch has two different coloured eyes — one pale amber, one glacial blue — and an extra dewclaw on her left forepaw that clicks too quickly when she paces. She used to love David Bowie, I just about remember that much, which makes the whole mismatched eye thing feel like fate.
	The handlers dropped me into the lab-run enclosure with the usual checklist: tail relaxed, ears perked, no visible signs of trauma. It was a “juvenile” range, meaning the fences were padded and the water bowl was comically oversized — a playground, basically, with fake grass and one of those motorised rabbits for enrichment. I sniffed the hell out of it.


 But I forgot all about the scent dummy the moment Scratch came bounding through the mesh gate like she was late for a bar fight and excited about it.
	Woof! She smelled like joy. Dust, musk, golden resin sun. Her tail spun like a pinwheel as she barrelled toward me, skidding on the synthetic turf and immediately nose-bumping my flank like we were resuming a conversation mid-sentence.
	We tumbled together, yipping and clambering in a fur-pile of mutual recognition. She nipped my ear; I bit her scruff; she rolled onto her back and kicked like she wanted me to see the ridiculous length of her tongue. She’d always been like this. Just… more Scratch now. Less girl-who-was.
	I don’t think either of us realised we were flirting.
	We’d no plans. No script. But we kept getting closer. Like, crotch-sniffing close. Tail-swishing, back-arched, “hey is this normal” kind of close. I mean, we’d always had that slightly-too-long eye contact thing going back in the human days — long nights in dorm rooms, secrets with no outlet, the kind of affection you could only channel into shared playlists and ill-advised tattoos. But we never did anything.
	Turns out, animal brains don’t care about inhibition. Turns out, tails are loud.
	She winked one of her mismatched eyes and flagged her tail up so dramatically I thought she was trying to signal aircraft. I made the kind of low, breathy whine I used to reserve for art-house movies and midnight texts. Then she circled me, brushed flanks, and made this tiny little hop like “tag — you’re in heat.”
	I was not in heat. I was ready for problems. Awrrfff! It just escalated from there.
	At some point, I hiked my tail too fast and knocked over the handler’s little enrichment cam-bot. Scratch pounced it and started biting and humping it like a squeaky toy possessed by heat and bad decisions. It made a noise like a drowning coffee grinder. I was cry-baying with laughter and half-lunging at her side, and somehow we both ended up in the crash-mat tunnel
deepspaceswine.bsky.social
Sorry to hear! Rest easy!
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itsafronomics.bsky.social
lol gentle reminder that DEI is not illegal. Supporting marginalized groups is not illegal. Anyone reneging on support is making a CHOICE to do so.
deepspaceswine.bsky.social
@primrosewolf.bsky.social great to finally meet you in the fur last night!!
deepspaceswine.bsky.social
Heard good things about that event! Sounded like a dream
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punkitt.bsky.social
thing that i can do now that i have boobs that i think is awesome
A wolfgirl with her tongue out looking silly. She is resting her hands on her breasts like a shelf. There is text pointing to her that reads "Resting her Paws"
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keymonster.bsky.social
ICE out of Portland!
#abolishICE #resist #PDX
A digital drawing of a frog standing on a bright red background. The frog is holding a sign that says “ICE out of Portland”. The frog looks mad.
deepspaceswine.bsky.social
Happy National Coming Out Day ❤️🏳️‍⚧️
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shimi.bsky.social
Honestly this was the vibe at the therian puppygirl picnic in the park last weekend. Elder wolf watched the pups and howled along.
spiderpolice.bsky.social
yuritober day 9 but there's a bunch of doggies this time
A sign reads "Dog Girl Club -- Meeting today. A Room of three anthro wolves and a doggirl sit on the floor together. Two of the anthros howl, the dog girl blushes, ogling a wolf, while another wolf says "Welcome to the pack!"
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reverendjesus.com
Blessed are the frogs, for they keep making authoritarians look incredibly stupid
Three persons in inflatable frog costumes. One of them is holding a nicely painted sign with two little cartoon frogs holding hands, below the text "FROGS TOGETHER STRONG"
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hearthfox.bsky.social
a bowl of woooorms oooOOOooohhh (it’s just spaghetti)
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glopossum.com
Just doesn't feel like summer 'til Red starts showing up/showing off at the beaches ♥
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redactedquirk.bsky.social
Wow....... a fascist scheme that wants to separate autism into useful people and impaired people..... this sounds familiar with some reason..................
esqueer.net
Azeen Ghorayshi at the NYT has moved on from going after trans people and is now pushing the leasing question that autism diagnoses are too common because of its expansion of it to a spectrum.

archive.ph/Whji1
Alt text: A screenshot of a New York Times article titled “Should the Autism Spectrum Be Split Apart?” The image shows a woman with dark hair tied back with an orange patterned ribbon, smiling and leaning forward near a window with sunlight coming in. She is wearing a light orange top with thin straps.
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eyepatchguy.bsky.social
I’m not kidding when I say these weird ass costumes and antics are actually an extremely effective tactic from a media standpoint bc when enough people do them, the media can’t fully scrub them out
thedailyshow.com
The following is REAL footage from Portland, 2025. Viewer discretion is advised.
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authorwinifred.blacksky.app
Yes some of y'all are mad whiteness is no longer enough to protect you. The denial and exceptionalism that erases the embrace of anti-Black racial terror that got us here in the first place.

Gotta block and treat you like the quicksand you are and stay focused on where the REAL solidarity is.
deepspaceswine.bsky.social
Yeah pal I gotta go get my dog nips repainted