||vix, lilli, lilimist, september dawn, lilliphilia, subtransience, 13tezcatlipoca
||just use “queer” to make it easier, she/they
||virgo with pisces moon/aquarius asc., wood rabbit
||fiction (novels, web series), interactive fiction, computer-generated poetry, drawings, code, music (synth & guitar = avant garde pop kitsch & dream pop)
|i'd like to
||make a computer game, write fanfiction, work on a film/web animation/tv series, create a web comic, release a creative podcast
pillowfort is intended for writing, art, fandom & general musings
discord at the foxtailrainbow channel
dreamwidth exists for writing communities & nostalgia purposes
archive of our own for sharing & reading fiction & fan-fiction
goodreads acts mostly as a reading log, with the occasional announcement post
twitter & tumblr are graveyards/“the back half”: for announcements, sometimes whatevers & lurking
I grew up in the 80s in small town western victoria, with the dawn of home computing, choose your own adventures, strawberry shortcake dolls & fabuland, the tail end of the cold war, new romantic & new wave music.
in the 90s I was a melbourne teenager, shrouded in goth & grunge & the wild-eyed dreams of juliette lewis, christian slater & patricia arquette. I studied audio as the intersection of analogue and digital technologies collided & coincided, & began a career programming for the web, as well as creating my own websites and starting to share my fiction & art, which helped me find other like creatures. I loved; dark & stormy & destructive & dangerously hopeful.
the 2000s started with dreams that crumbled in hands not strong enough to hold them; I “lost” many people I cared about, burned myself out like a supernova, travelled north & west, fought stage IIB cancer, and became a parent.
the 2010s were a miasma, but for a small moment in time wherein I republished my novel, and later recaptured the renaissance, and began to remember what was possible with this technology.
now we are in the 2020s, and while it is a lonely existence, I am determined to recreate all the things that were torn away, rebuild my self in the image of what was broken, even if just for myself.
& I am still here…