Zoe Miranda

Writer, artist, tech hobbyist, gardener, #trans gal 🏳️⚧️☀️
Interests include, incompletely and in no particular order: #Degrowth, #ClimateAction, #Solar, #Energy, #Solarpunk, #Goats, #Gardening, #SeedSaving, #DIY, #3DPrinting, #Antifascism, #TransRights, #Yoga, #Running, #TTRPG, #Privacy
🐣 2025-02-05
💉 2026-03-04
Posts (mostly) auto-delete after 3 months #NoBots
I wish I had more friends that I could go out with. I’m mostly an introvert, but sometimes you still want to get drunk and go clubbing, you know?
The AUDACITY to look me in the eye and tell me that I “just don’t understand the economics”
Motherfucker, I have been studying or working on clean energy for over a decade at this point. I PROMISE I understand it more than you, and just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I don’t get it, asshat
These ancient fucks are holding back smart young people from saving the planet just because their politics don’t allow actual creative thinking. “This how things are, and I’m in charge now, and I’m not going to rock the boat in my last few years”
Then fucking retire. Go fishing, take up knitting, I don’t care. Just stop standing in the way just so you can collect a paycheck and retire comfortably. People WANT to do actual work, and these assholes won’t let us
Life has been handing out lemons left and right, and I’d really love it if someone went “hey, you’re carrying a lot, how can I help” instead of “oh yeah, and one more thing…”
If humans had 12 fingers instead of 10, I would so get “BAKED BEANS” tattooed on my knuckles
Y’all, look how CUTE this baby goat is! I love springtime on the farm 🥰 #Goat #Goats #GoatsOfMastodon
Guy on the street yelling about “a bunch of punk-ass queers” like that isn’t a rad as hell way to describe me and my friends
Seeds have been started, three pepper varieties and one tomato! With cute little 3D-printed signs my wife designed ☺️ it’s really starting to feel like spring 💚
I gotta break the habit of answering with my deadname when a stranger asks me my name. At least, in places that are safe.
As soon as someone says “what’s your name?” my brain freezes up while it’s trying to figure out if it’s “safe” enough for me to be honest. But I present femme enough, with my voice still deep and masc, that whatever I say probably doesn’t really make a difference in whether someone clocks me or not.
I don’t know, like, the Starbucks barista at the airport? I really probably don’t need to worry about it.
RE: @AnarchistArt@mastodon.social
Grand Rapids represent! Voltairine de Cleyre lived here for a few years, and I've wanted to learn more about her for a while. Maybe this is a sign I should do some reading
Sobbing in the morning because you’re so dreading going to work is a sign you’re in a *healthy* work environment, right?
When your friend starts talking about this new podcast he’s listening to, and come to find out one of the hosts is a gun nut Republican congressional candidate. FUCK. Cmon dude, I don’t need this right now.
They really gotta rename the Hall of Gems and Minerals to the Hall of Forbidden Candy
Okay, 3 more hours as “competent professional” and then I can melt into a puddle again