I.E. LaBailey @ayilathebailey@computerfairi.es

A Proper #Introduction: Aging backwards while getting better. A woman transcending gender in the ebb of the Diaspora. Mostly pics of me, my garden, and the sky. Work-safe, although vapor clouds will be present. Will make random references to anime, music, and instruments made in Japan. African-Ojibwe-German-Scot from Potawami land, living in Southern Cascadia. I'm Ayila Jamie Bailey. And I Matter.

Hi!

#bio #wordy

Now I have to find a video game to talk about. Life is strange, Max.

People who are sexyhot for a living are saying I'm hot too. I didn't have this on my "Pleasant Surprise" bingo card, but I'm taking the chip nonetheless. I'm honestly blown away by the fan mail.

At this rate, I've a feeling they're gonna love the music once it's out.

Like, this is about as salacious I've been, (unless you're my partner). And then there's the pics of my playing with my DAW until 3 in the morning, all jacked in, letting that bass shake. And If I just let it ride till it's just right, I;m'a let everyone see.

FR this is as flirty as I ever get.

There has got to be an "Fanz" site for mostly-modest girls that isn't secretly a religious dating site. I really like showing off how good I look in dresses ... AND THAT'S IT. I want to buy more clothes and show them rather than taking them off. Could something like that happen here?

The (not) fuck do I do if I support sex work 100% and I don't wanna get naked on the internet?

'Till then here's a pix of my partner's dog she's an white/brown/tan Aussie/Heeler mix. Lookit dat smile!

Now in the market for a better iOS mic for an XR. I would have to go to Guitar Center to try one out in person, since even in this college town resources lean toward the commercial.

Today is definitely a good day for speaker testing with vintage Yardbirds.

Still pondering many things. Like getting back out there on stage again. I'm gonna ask for some advice.
That said, having to bow to the presures of Hustle Culture seem a bit daunting. I'm asking for advice.

Do you ever have the sinking feeling that you are competing for attention against a tiny, plastic, glowing rectangle in the hands of the person next to you? And you try to be flashier and louder than the distraction on their palms but change your mind because you don't want to interrupt?

Damn I hate f*sc*sts.

Will I be walking eggshells here too?

"To reply to this person, copy and paste the URL into your favorite Mastodon app, or the web client of your Mastodon server"

So what if you've done that and you still can't reply to your friend on a different instance? Are those servers not on speaking terms?

Gol-darned alt text *failed*; my apologies. Here's the picture poetry:
Black woman standing in a room
Curly hair, parted to the right
Purple glasses, thin-rimmed, and smirking at the camera
with light red lipstick
wearing a purple shirt and black sweater
(no long jacket, sorry)
Looking into a camera like she’s stoned, probably
rust colored wall to their left, pretty pentagram painting on the wall there
It’s a living room, for crying out loud

A Proper #Introduction: Aging backwards while getting better. A woman transcending gender in the ebb of the Diaspora. Mostly pics of me, my garden, and the sky. Work-safe, although vapor clouds will be present. Will make random references to anime, music, and instruments made in Japan. African-Ojibwe-German-Scot from Potawami land, living in Southern Cascadia. I'm Ayila Jamie Bailey. And I Matter.

Hi!

#bio #wordy

Obligatory Cute First Pic: