strange cosmic gardener

hi, i’m trixie! i use shey/heir & it/its pronouns. this is my main blog (you can also find me @goldenzingy46butwriteblr (fanfiction), @trixierosewrites (original fiction), @chronicwhorebatman (original batman posts), and uh. like 15 other blogs) and i post a lot about doctor who, and also a bunch of other stuff (heated rivalry, batman, the terror, classics, malevolent, star wars, etc.)

my ao3, nsfw anon collection, my website (to be linked when it’s less lorem ipsum and more actual text)

commonly used tags:

-> trixie.text (original posts)

-> trixie’s own personal hell (personal tag, but you can rb all of this or interact with it however you like. i don’t care)

-> trixie's vaguely interesting dw posts (dw posts i think are interesting)

-> trixie thonks on dw (dw meta)

-> trixie's dw episode musings (posts i’ve made while watching/listening to a specific episode, or things about a specific episode. also tagged as interesting if i think they’re interesting. trixie's dw episode musings: [number] or something is appended per doctor; bf is appended for big finish; bf[number] per big finish doctor. example: trixie's dw episode musings: 5; trixie's dw episode musings: bf5)

-> otherposting (posts about the other. there’s some subtags on this but you can probably find those by clicking on the otherposting tag. i am lazy)

-> fiveyposting (all of the good stuff filtered OUT. this is just the nonsense.)

-> trixie’s malevolent livelisten (what it says on the tin)

-> a couple other liveread tags (tlt & wicked off the top of my head. all doctor who novels are just tagged with the name of the novel)

-> vent (i used to have a me specific tag but i’ve stopped using it because i forgot what it was)

-> trixie bonk tag (asks; dw asks are also tagged dw asks)

-> [jazz music stops] (original politics posts. you’ll see these more around uk general elections than anything else)

-> ref/fave/top fave/top fucking fave/jfj frequent rewatch tag/poll tag (various tags i use for refinding things)

if i didn’t answer your ask: i will. i just have every disorder under the sun so sometimes it takes a while

if you think i’ve blocked you: uhhh. i might’ve. i block for: bigotry, being a dick, terfs/radfems, anyone using tma/tme, pissing me off, being annoying, disliking fifth/eleventh/twelfth doctor, being wrong about doctor who, character hate in the main tags, asking me for money more than once when i don’t know you, posting about weight loss, misuse of a tag i like (off the top of my head, “the doctor” & “best enemies”). so. as you can imagine i have blocked a lot of people.

i appreciate being told if i’ve reblogged something that’s ai art or being used to fuel a form of bigotry. if you’re my friend/mutual you can also ask me to delete something posted by someone specific. i don’t respond to anonymous asks that say “don’t reblog from xyz they’ve been cancelled” 👍

i've had this blog since i was fourteen years old. if you find a post from years ago and i'm saying something stupid, i was probably being fourteen about it :/

Like, a flogging bottom might be praised for their ability to take pain and know their limits, or a rope bunny might be recognised as keeping themselves in good physical shape so they can hold complicated stress positions for longer than a novice, but even the most beginner of beginner bootblacks has learnt a little bit of materials science (Will this type of brush scratch this patent finish?), a little bit of basic chemistry (If these were last polished with a silicone wax, how do I remove that to start to bull them?), a little bit of leatherworking history (Is that natural fibre stitching on those surplused Warsaw Pact boots, will my polish rot it?) and spent time practising techniques on their own boots.

And it's one of the few kinks I can think of where the top is so immediately physically and emotionally vulnerable to the bottom in that way: I put my foot in the hands of a stranger bootblacking at a party, and I trust that they won't damage the boots I was gifted by my long-dead Master when I was 17, that they won't soak the stitching and start the rot of the boots I was wearing when I first fucked the love of my life, I trust that they'll carefully work around and treat the cuts and scuffs in the leather that I picked up wearing these same boots marshalling at a dozen prides and going toe-to-toe with strikebreakers and scabs on twenty years' worth of picket lines. The experienced bootblack can look at my soles and where my boots crease, and see that I have a weak hip, that I'm slightly bowlegged, that I don't drive and that I walk even in the weather where I'd rather not. And I trust that they'll see that worn-out, poor, slightly sad old man and still call me "sir".

It’s great for him because he can talk to people and give them this little sample of the kink in a non-sexual setting, but here’s a flyer for the next event where we are doing it sexually and you can get to thinking about if it awakens anything in you to explore. He’s also a wheelchair user, so it’s a perfect way for a friend to help setup his purpose-built platform and cushions, and then all the fun interesting people who like leather in some capacity come talk him.

Often gets to have deep conversations with people, too, which is so needed in a time many of us feel isolated. He’s there reminding us community is built on mutual care. He cares for the boots and the person in a way that fulfills him. That person might bring him food or show their art. Maybe they form a friendship that helps them both get to other events. Good boots in the winter to bring burritos and aid to our homeless neighbors. Or that walk the floors of a local hardware store helping the people build their contraptions. In return he gets tips about a shipment of way more shoe polish than ordered coming in and the store being eager to move it.

He has an aura of care and reciprocity that is so clear to even people outside the kink, and he’s a great ambassador for getting into it. His presence does a lot to make people naïve of kink culture have favorable views. Gets them curious about the classes and books at the local radical love sex and gender shop when they see the ads or event calendar in the paper. A little love live competency porn to spruce up the place. And if anyone objects to his presence, we all know he’s staring and the complainer’s getting ejected as the true threat to the community.

"He's anti-Brexit!" Good.

"He's anti-Trump!" Good.

"He's anti-establishment!" At this point I think you're just trying to make me like him more.

"His manager once called Farage a horrible cunt!" Well Farage *is* a horrible cunt, what's your point?

"He's making a joke of British politics!" Well that's very appropriate given that current British politics *are* a fucking joke.

"He's a left-wing liberal elitist!" I don't know if you can be all of those things at once, but I do know that Count Binface isn't the one getting millions in donations from cryptocurrency billionaires sooooooo...