help a broke tgirl write & eat

heya. i'm silver vaporlight kay, aka frog k, trans lit outsider & shitpost elemental, and i'm in a sort of desperate position. i'm extremely broke, low on food, and behind on bills. someone's lined up as a roommate to help take the strain off a bit, but that can't happen until next month earliest. i've written some absolutely fantastic stories recently but frankly the current publishing landscape seems kinda risk-averse for the kind of thing i like to write, and in any case that's hardly a solution to right now. i have $25 on hand and two people to feed through january; if i could raise about $500 i think i could make everything on my plate work between cheap groceries and paying down balance forward on utilities. ko-fi (paypal redirect): frogk cashapp: $asimplefrog anything helps! tell your friends!! tell your wife!!! ty all!!!

hello frog friends. i have been fairly inert here for a long time, and i'm very sorry about that. health problems have continued to remain fairly severe, and keeping an active web presence is extremely difficult; disability, trauma shit, you know how it is. i am somewhat more present on bluesky at the moment, but even there i am a little quiet. i also have some new poetry stuff on my itchio store. maybe you'll like it! maybe.

new poetry chapbook - "too sad to fuck"

"TOO SAD TO FUCK" - seventeen poems by me, silver vaporlight kay, about love and whatnot. poetry's great. you know that? i like writing it. i think you'll like these ones.

it is five dollars or whatever you care to pay for it. zero is fine. tell your friends. tell your wife. she'll be interested. maybe you should give her my number. your husband too, if he washes

hey you wanna buy some shirts? i got new shirts

"THE STATE, THE BODY, AND THE SOUL" about bodies and censorship??

and "THE ONE EVERCLEAR SONG EVERYONE KNOWS", about a website where you can get your shit together all at once and all in one place

small update

i am very sorry i have been incredibly inert lately. vitamin problems continue; turns out your body running nearly dry on the b-complex will ruin your life. it's been a struggle to walk daily, a struggle to think straight or do much of use more days than it isn't. the internet has also become kind of a nightmarish place and the energy i had a long time ago to confront the nightmare head-on has not been in me. someday it will again, i think, but it isn't right now. there will in near future be more shirts - i have several waiting to be fiddled with in one of the damn tshirt websites' horrible interface - and at least one chapbook of poetry on my itch. if i'm ever able to sit down and write for a while again, i'm also apt to tell you all the complete story of wuxia shithead Mountain Killing Hand and incredibly passive and self-serving post-collapse superspy Hoagie Bogus. plus... erotica?? maybe?? something erotic and grotesque and empty, at least. voids to be filled! bodies to be penetrated! service service service!!! silver out. (also that is what i go by now ty all it would be 'silver chariot' but i did not want to give people the wrong idea about which specific kind of busted nerd i am)

poetry. anyone remember communist poetry? big thing online a few years ago. a specific guy who was a big deal in it probably murdered the woman who helped me transition. manslaughter at least but who knows. bragged about it on twitter between her body going cold and anyone else finding out. it was kinda fashionable to think she sucked and always fashionable to think junkies have it coming so no one hurt him. i don't think he even had to deal with the cops. it was probably all worth it for some reason but i don't remember why. if i live a hundred years i don't think i'll do a tenth the good by people she did with forty or just shy of it. none of this means anything to you. sorry it wasn't a meme or whatever it is people like. much love to you all, except that specific guy, who i hope gets all the skin on his body burned away and clings halfway on to life in mind-breaking pain until he's old and sick. mwah

sorry i haven't been around much. social media is a disease you never get better from but they got a lot of those these days so i dunno what my excuse is

i have been keeping busy. here's a shirt i'm working on

we are inventing new kinds of guy at an unsustainable rate. by 2030 they will outnumber living human beings by an order of magnitude

I've been out of the loop this year because I ate a lot of poison and had to recover from victorian orphan disease. As I understand it, a brainwashed virgin carved a yonic wound onto Trump's face with a high-powered rifle, followed closely by the former president's blasphemous marriage to a false man of the soil. Desecrating the natural order of the cosmos, announcing at once his arrival as the sacred hermaphrodite at the end of history and his pregnancy with the world to come. I don't really know what the fuss is about, it's not like it worked for John Kerry

hi, i'm silver vk, genderfucked net freak. you might remember my posts, books, memes, etc under the name frog k, paris green, enmity ironside? whichever. i'd normally put a buncha links here but i'm kind of in a state so forgive me if i don't have it in me.

my gf and i have been struggling for a while, disease disability poverty etc etc, and sometime in that, our cat maggie got sick. bone sarcoma; she kept it entirely to herself until it was way too late. she stopped eating, then stopped being able to really move, at the end of june. even now i kind of have a hard time putting together the words to express how much she meant to me and how much i miss her.

putting maggie to sleep was expensive. i am glad i did it, because seeing her suffer was hell. but i am now extremely broke and running out of food; i could use help more than anything.

hoping to raise $700; any help deeply appreciated, reblogs on this & other platforms always welcome.

cashapp - $asimplefrog ko-fi (paypal redirect) - frogk

thank u 💔

finally ready after six months fermenting in the dark "CASTRATION IS FOR EVERYBODY" new poetry chapbook and #1 psychotic fugue of the summer, by the writer that brought you nightbitch and that one poem about horses and ponies social media likes already being described as "Foul" and "Like being chased down a highway on foot by the Oscar Meyer wienermobile" and "Ough" pay four dollars for it. pay forty dollars for it. pay zero dollars for it. send it to your friends and claim you wrote it. pretend to be me until you forget who you started out as. if god was going to stop you, wouldn't he have done something by now? pick it up or die wondering

if you want to know what i've been up to for the last year and a half, i said to myself "i have a great idea for a t-shirt" and this came out and i looked at it and just had a lie down and then it was june of 2024

sorry it's been a while

due to the gut-brain axis, it's impossible to cultivate control of the brain sufficient for psychic powers and control of the diaphragm consistent with urinary continence at the same time. The most powerful espers pee themselves all the time. They view it as tied to their power, and they're right. The next time you see someone doing an omorashi routine you should watch the fuck out. They are capable of incinerating you with their mind