Iris Meredith
@iris-meredith.bsky.social
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Software engineer, trans advocate and general nuisance. Blogs at https://deadsimpletech.com/blog/posts. Support my writing: https://www.patreon.com/c/IrisMeredithandherblog https://en.liberapay.com/iris_meredith/
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So, lots of new followers on here after the wank article (which, I am proud to say, is creeping up on 10,000 unique visitors: an important milestone!) Here's a bit about what I'm about and what I do:
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Lastly, while this changes a bit from month-to-month, and there's a good chance that it might soon change for good, I currently rely on reader contributions for much of my income. If you'd like to help me buy food and pay for rent and power bills, you can do so at the links in the reply below:
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I ride a motorbike, which is a lot of fun, and while I've not done it for a while, I have a history of change ringing in the Anglican church tradition.
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Hobbies: obviously I read and write a lot. I play video games: I have a particular fondness for Soulslikes and Warframe. I paint Warhammer 40k stuff but don't play the game. I'm a hopeless foodie and enjoy cooking and baking a lot. I also have a thing for opera and pre-20th century choral music.
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Inasmuch as I'm a liberal, I'm very much a fighting liberal: these values are things that have to be fought for and worked for. Freedom isn't free, after all, and if we aren't willing to exercise and defend our freedoms, we'll lose them.
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My politics is probably best described these days as "civil society socialist": my thinking is that liberal and socialist ideas need each other to survive in a situation where both of them are very much under attack.
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Profession: essayist, itinerant intellectually serious person. I am very good with various forms of tech, and a lot of my writing is critical writing about tech and the tech industry. I've not had many chances to be on tools for the last few years, but I do consulting work in the tech space.
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I'm Iris: a Polish trans woman of Jewish descent who currently lives in Kirikiriroa. Of course, this is probably some of the least interesting stuff about me.
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So, lots of new followers on here after the wank article (which, I am proud to say, is creeping up on 10,000 unique visitors: an important milestone!) Here's a bit about what I'm about and what I do:
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fizzle out, their chances of doing lasting damage to societal attitudes in the medium-term is significantly lower than one might think.
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While it does really suck to see this, I have to stress: this is almost entirely an elite phenomenon. Your average person on the street, even if they're pretty transphobic, mostly sees this as a weird elite obsession.

What this is to say is that, while they can do a lot of damage before they
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Resurgence in enthusiasm for conversion therapy really scares me, especially seeing basically the same thing specifically for transness become more popular with organizations like Genspect
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It's finally happened, in the latest story (archiveofourown.org/works/72116466 - kudos comment subscribe etc) I have finally Jumped the Shark, I have made the Sanguinary Utnapishtim. This story inspired by recent events in the US military circles.

The Logistician's War

Header: logisticians at work, by Ciaraíoch.

When death came for Abnu Šimé Katoguar, it found him curled in a ball, deliriously repeating his cult’s mantra with his final breath—“hut… hut… hut...” History would record this as the Battle of Gírzu, a tale of heroic Pactsmen defeating heretical fanatics in the Cult of the Operator. In places with a large Loxatl population, Gírzutide would even become a children’s holiday, its plays portraying Šimé as a buffoonish villain, gleefully vowing absurd over-the-top evils: “MWHAHAHA! Now I can bring peace and love to the entire galaxy!”, and the like.

But in truth, his end was pathetic—a broken man barely able to lift his gun, his final breath dissolving into the freezing air just as his soul vanished into the warp. How had it gone so wrong?

Having achieved the rank of Katoguar, Abnu Šimé had been reassigned from the front lines to a desk job on Atrahasis Prime. There he'd found religion and narcotics. With synthetic clarity, he became certain that Khorne was speaking to him directly — and that the Blood God had chosen him to revive the Empire.

Like many born on recently conquered worlds, Šimé despised the Sanguinary Utnapishtim being a multi-species empire. His bitterness deepened when a Loxatl rival won the promotion to Sirdar rank Šimé coveted. When he complained, colleagues replied with data proving that integration raised the integrated Empire’s Murder-Per-Moment ratio—evidence, they said, that Khorne cared not whence the blood flowed. Šimé simply took this as proof that logistical reasoning itself was the problem. He founded the Cult of the Operator under the guise of a fight club—an innocent-looking after-work brawl circle. But in secret, Šimé preached his gospel: that the Empire’s logisticians and xenos-sympathisers were conspiring to weaken humanity, denying each warrior’s divine right to embody perfect violence. Only by purging the Loxatl could mankind reclaim Khorne’s special favour. The cult’s ultimate plan—the “Operation”—was simple: detonate a stolen thermonuclear device in Ālumušṭuru, the largest Loxatl population centre in the system.

At first, everything went smoothly. The Operators hijacked a transport ship carrying a decommissioned warhead and landed at Gírzu, the nearest void-port outside Ālumušṭuru’s defences. They simply needed to drive the bomb a few miles into the city.

Then their fuel didn’t work. The local grade was incompatible with their stolen vehicle, and, lacking appropriate boots to traverse the terrain, they could not carry the warhead by hand. Trapped in Gírzu, they searched for alternatives as an ice storm swept in. Lacking winter-wear or appropriate accommodation, Operators began dying of the cold.

Three days later, marines from the S.U.N. vessel Lamented Dawn tracked the cult to Gírzu—by tracing the serial numbers of the aviator sunglasses the Operators wore religiously. The squad stormed the “compound” and made short work of the frostbitten survivors.

Abnu Šimé Katoguar was shot by a warm, well-fed, marine of average skill, who later enjoyed a distinguished career in the Office for Ceremonial Calculations as Assistant Deputy Sub-Prefect for Skull-Stack Audits.
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Last ten years: it's pretty recent. I think it started when Richard Dawkins got pinged for harassing women in escalators.
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This is closer to my transition timeline than I'm entirely comfortable admitting
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Consider yourself lucky. I was trying so hard to be in the cool tranny clique, but I accidentally ended up impressing the academics instead. Especially the philosophers, for some reason
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Lil Nas Taejong falling from his horse on the Old Town Road and saying "don't let the songwriter know about this"
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remember this phenomenal fucking post
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Who cares? We'll control the entire civil service in twenty years time.
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There's something faintly dreadful and somewhat funny about the fact that we are, little by little, inching towards Alethi gender norms in western societies. Why is it that the person who predicted this was an LDS fantasy author?
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I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that being able to think clearly, read or interpret numbers has somehow all become feminine-coded over the last ten years.
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but regardless each one of them was pretty dedicated to performing a certain ideal of American Masculinity; it's just that the masculinity in question has changed pretty radically in that time period

now knowing how to read a spreadsheet is girlcoded or something
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Goddess, I miss when the political scandals we got were piggate and not... *gestures around*
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I mean, please don’t fuck the pigs, that’s both wildly illegal and a good way to get your genitals bitten off
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Anchovies on toast, straight out of the tin, with a little chopped onion and lemon. This also goes for brisling sardines and smoked oysters
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What foods do you love that you fully acknowledge make you a pervert for loving them?
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OK, that looks like it kicks ass