K. Tempest Bradford — Peripatetic Author, Podcaster, Teacher


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    • Can We Talk About Pronoun Declaration Best Practices?
      I want to have a conversation about pronoun declaration and best practices around it sparked by this aspect of the issue coming up 3 times in the past month: that asking or semi-requiring people to declare their pronouns in public can be harmful to non-cisgender people. This is not an aspect of the issue I'd come across before. In all other discussions of declaring pronouns (usually in the context of convention badges) the general idea I got was that non-cis folks declared so that people wouldn't accidentally misgender them and folks who are cis or cis-passing were encouraged to declare to normalize the practice and not put all the work and markers on the marginalized group in this equation. This all seemed reasonable to me. I don't remember how long ago we started, but for at least a year I've been asking Writing the Other students to declare their pronouns where their name appears in discussion areas or video chats. Just before the last class I got an email from a student concerned about this practice because they'd had discussions with nonbinary and trans friends about how pronoun declaration made them uncomfortable in situations where they might not want to be out to people about their gender....
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    • support me on patreonSection 3 | Chapter 1 (Part 1) – #PyramidsAndPunk [Supporters Only]
      The copper scarab sailed over the Nile, flying so fast over the green waters of the delta that boats in its wake dipped and bowed as if pushed by an invisible hand or a strong wind. Atet hummed the machine higher in the air, and Ibi felt the reaction of the soldiers in the cabin. Before, they were awed but fearful, now they were terrified. None of them had ever been up this high, had to look so far to find the horizon--not that most of them were looking. Only Ziwat was enjoying herself, leaning as far out the back of the cabin as she could and still feel safe, calling out every feature on the ground she recognized from above. If Ibi had been in control of her body, she would have laughed. They followed the path of the water until the delta waters coalesced into the river proper, then turned West toward the Library. As they drew closer there was a change in the vibrations resonating up from the ground to them. Atet opened herself up more so Ibi could begin to understand--the three pyramids of the Library were responding to the song, just as the scarab itself was....
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