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interrobang.bsky.social
🎉 erin ⁉️
@interrobang.bsky.social
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no discourse no terfs just posting gayly thru it. RIYL bikes, books, beverages, being back with another one of those block rockin’ beats. she/her/y'all ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ https://tadaemoji.com
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a friend of mine made this image macro and i am in it (but a queer smedium bike woman instead of a large football man ofc)
yelling football guy meme with text: Anyone who labels RSS and Atom "dead technologies" is first of all revealing their ignorance of the fact that podcasts, a thriving sector of media despite certain recent contractions in the advertising market, have resisted attempts by Spotify and its ilk to wall them in precisely because of the portability of their RSS-based infrastructure. Yes, Google killed off the most visible blog reading app, but syndication via RSS has never been more popular or widespread. In fact, Substack's tenuous grip on email inboxes is a recapitulation of the same cycle-and by the way, did you know that you can read any Substack newsletter via RSS just as easily as email? try it一wherein a dominant player in a nascent market having thrown in its lot with…
January 10, 2026 at 5:56 PM
interrobang.bsky.social
it is still too early for year end lists but here are some albums i have liked this year in no particular order
2025 albums the beths - straight line was a lie claire rousay and more eaze - no floor emily a. sprague - cloud time sudan archives - the BPM danny brown - stardust walt mcclements - on a painted ocean purelink - faith fka twigs - eusexua model/actriz - pirouette disiniblud - disiniblud
December 5, 2025 at 2:54 PM
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i’m fricken delighted that you saw a pileated woodpecker (and i’m currently reading sara and i’m delighted by that too)
my face when i see a pileated woodpecker: side view of a pileated woodpecker’s head with its mouth agape in wonder
November 15, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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are either of these your style? i have begrudgingly accepted the truth of my swatch guy lifestyle and would be happy to pass either or both of em along
two analog watches, one with a blue leather band and one with a light green silicone band and face
November 4, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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found an accidental(?) poem about breakfast behind harvestime #smallpoemsunday
notecard in the grass with desayunar written in the center and these lines on top: I know what I want and I don’t give a fuck I’m the one she wants so homie give it up
November 2, 2025 at 5:57 PM
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another beautiful day in chicago, the greatest city in america
bright yellow ALL NAZIS ARE COWARDS sticker on a mailbox
September 24, 2025 at 6:51 PM
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basil will sit on your feet for emotional support
basil, a black and white dog, sitting on the sidewalk with an open mouthed expectant expression
September 18, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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maeve looked at the scaffolding on hallgrímskirkja and said they were making some repairs on god’s diva cup so i made them wear god’s diva cup as a hat
maeve in profile trying not to laugh with the menstrual cup shaped dome of the big church above their head
August 16, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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it ruled and also the sky was gay for it 🥰
rainbow over the back rows of seats, concrete steps and people sitting on the great lawn at pritzker pavilion in millennium park
July 1, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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nobody sticks the landing on an ending in english language free verse quite like alice notley, imo. been lookin at this daily for years and “I have a destiny. My death / will not complete it.” still gives me a strong indescribable feeling www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
abstract pastel broadsheet of “to a new sex” by alice notley: Somewhere out of antiquity someone work with me. When transferring a thought, the connectors and clauses recede: you get it. I got it — The rest of the language, beauty and play I am your master, the thought says — I disagree I'm thinking about the church where we held my brother's funeral. He says, I was there: it hurt me; you cried too much; I don't mind later. I just want to be with you, the thought says You mean thee thought or his thought? The rocks are like stars, gully full of stars. If I go with anyone anywhere, if they'd think sweetly to me. No one hears. Relax your shoulders. I'm singing to you over and over "to a new sex." Sometimes it seems like there's a lizard for each rock necklaces of lives, there's room for an infinity of minds. Thoughts. Anywhere. Enter my head if you wish. No ends or purposes Prevailed fortunes. I have a destiny. My death will not complete it. the print is by sonnenzimmer and it is pinned on a cubicle wall
May 20, 2025 at 10:34 PM
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important to selfie in the cover of the final shellac album sometimes
selfie wearing a zebra striped mask in front of the TO ALL TRAINS sign at union station
May 16, 2025 at 12:11 AM
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kinda wild to see @saramchenry.bsky.social’s Big Tweet referenced in the bestselling time travel novel (“the ministry of time”)
kindle screen with “I wanted to get a good mark from Simellia for my anti-racism (totally normal to want, totally possible to achieve).” highlighted
April 30, 2025 at 2:03 PM
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thinking about when @toomanymouths.bsky.social said that charnushka the small cat is soft like god’s wonder bread. so true and good
a small dilute calico cat next to a pile of fleece blankets and a purple pillow. she is softer than any of these objects
March 28, 2025 at 1:55 PM
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“my emoji life has never been more serious.”

(a #smallpoemsunday offering from “translation of the lilies back into lists” by laynie brown)
01.13.16.2 1. Rewrite drawings and ignore every word. 2. My emoji life has never been more serious. 3. If every night lasts forever can we start now? 4. I left the night alone. 5. Each day contains meaning that can only be accessed within its own quotidian borders. 6. Now that I want to transcribe my window: stopped, sealed, quieted 7. Where did I put that non-divisible light? 8. A body contributed to the birth of another body involved in her own double birth. 9. Blown from trees, snow mist evaporates. 10. We didn't want to be snow mist. 11. The road blows ahead.
March 23, 2025 at 7:20 PM
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bike parking which meditates on impermanence
steel bike rack with “this won’t last” written on it in sharpie. white handlebars and red folding lock in background
March 2, 2025 at 8:34 PM
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entire system
screenshot of a craigslist ad for Entire system. it looks like a server rack, but what do i know about Entire system. it is priced at $1. serious offers only.
February 22, 2025 at 8:11 PM
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huh i knew i got this phrase from somewhere outside my head; it’s from a piece of olly costello’s art
an illustration of shining white flowers growing on a background of brown leaves with red text saying “despair will not have me.” it’s spiral bound into a calendar. this is the page for february
February 4, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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hey #bikechi homies tomorrow is the last day to give CDOT your opinions in this web form, i think i did a good job www.chicago.gov/city/en/dept...
Q: is there anything else that you would like to share with CDOT's Division of Planning and Policy? A: please take as much money as possible from people with luxury cars who text while they are driving and use it to pay bus drivers and build bike lanes. thanks
January 31, 2025 at 3:46 AM
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some Personal Lore re my last quote skeet: please note the date stamps on these two true lex posts from my life. it’s entirely possible that shitposting on lex mystically summoned my dream home
lex post from july 13 2022 headlined U-haul summoning circle. text: tired of trying to manufacture a meet cute, wanna speedrun a relationship right to the point where we have inside jokes and can take care of each other’s pets lex post from june 11 2024 headlined: i summoned my u-haul dream. text: ...and i'm moving in with my girlfriend and their wife! would love for a fellow queer to take over the lease (mid-july thru next april) on my sweet pet-friendly 1BR lincoln square apartment. the vibes here are good; the next u-haul dream come true could be your own!
January 27, 2025 at 10:38 PM
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been thinking a lot about this zoe leonard piece (“i want a president,” 1992)
I want a dyke for president. I want a person with aids for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone with no health insurance and I want someone who grew up in a place where the earth is so saturated with toxic waste that they didn't have a choice about getting leukemia. I want a president that had an abortion at sixteen and I want a candidate who isn't the lesser of two evils and I want a president who lost their last lover to aids, who still sees that in their eyes every time they lay down to rest, who held their lover in their arms and knew they were dying. I want a president with no airconditioning, a president who has stood on line at the clinic, at the dmv, at the welfare office and has been unemployed and layed off and sexually harrassed and gaybashed and deported. I want someone who has spent the night in the tombs and had a cross burned on their lawn and survived rape. I want someone who has been in love and been hurt, who respects sex, who has made mistakes and learned from them. I want a Black woman for president. I want someone with bad teeth, someone who has eaten hospital food, someone who crossdresses and has done drugs and, been in therapy. I want someone who has committed civil disobedience. And I want to know why this isn't possible. I want to know why we started learning somewhere down the line that a president is always à clown: always a john and never a hooker. Always a boss and never a worker, always a liar, always a thief and never caught.
January 21, 2025 at 2:29 PM
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i truly adore unhinged license plates. i shrieked when i saw MOOMIN in minneapolis, i giggled at CHOOGLIN on my block, my siblings and i still quote one they saw (IM JEEPIN) whenever someone is jeepin’ hard on the highway. but the best in my heart is my brother’s honda fit
NC license plate LOFIGIRL on a silver car. don’t doxx my little brother he’s the best dude, who wisely says license plates are like lower-commitment knuckle tattoos
January 15, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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incanting “mango cremes with nutrifusion and cheesy golden yangles” over my cauldron in the brownie troop’s bonfire to summon an eldritch specter
screenshot of an NPR news story about girl scout cookies, captioned “2025 will be the last time you can buy Girl Scout S'mores and Toast-Yay! cookies. They join the ranks of many other discontinued flavors — RIP Mango Cremes with Nutrifusion and cheesy Golden Yangles.”
January 8, 2025 at 7:21 PM
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hey what's up i'm currently chillin with my fam in the only state with an official toast and you can get this zine about said toast mailed to you by donating to hurricane helene relief! docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...
"here's to the land," a light blue quarter sheet sized zine with the outline of north carolina made out of plants, sitting on a colorful striped tablecloth. it is the NC state toast fanzine by erin j. watson, which is me.
December 28, 2024 at 5:07 PM
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waitin around crowned with blåhaj
selfie with a plush shark from ikea balanced on my head. also wearing a pink kn95 mask, a blue beanie hat and sunglasses tucked in the collar of my sleater-kinney shirt. i am certainly in the top 10% of queer phenotype expressions in this ikea
December 26, 2024 at 7:41 PM
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i did! here ya go
Parking Lot Poem Catherine Cohen I want to burn a CD & write your name on it in sharpie I want to wear a dress so big I have to use a special door a lot is going on with the moon right now in case anyone wants an excuse for anything Forgive me I'm emotional when it rains & when it stops. I'm no better than a dog really— sleeping in the sunlight, coming when I'm called no one has ever told someone to leave and actually wanted them to do it
December 18, 2024 at 4:07 AM