New short story: Raw Water

I wrote a short story, it contains gay Victoriana and my hatred of current health fads.


It’s available on patreon, where you can patronise me for just $1USD a month and you get cool stuff. Along with Raw Water, I’m posting other forays into fiction writing, such as The Voice of Mathey Trewella (lesbian mermaids and a Cornish legend), status updates and excerpts from other fiction projects, recipes without an interminable story section, and the selfies I take that contain slightly more traceable data than my public ones. I really do love all patrons, even the dollar ones.

So, start with a read of Raw Water, and let’s take our monetised relationship from there… 😉

In which I do my bit for poly visibility

I did a thing in ES Magazine about my poly life.

P.S. Yes, they got my name wrong. I’m not too fussed. I rather like being Stavvers.

After a half-assed tweet, they’be put it under my actual name, which umis also ace, as I rather like my IRL name. As a bonus, now when you google Zoe Stavri, you’ll probably get “five-in-a-bed romps”, which means I have a decent lawsuit against any potential employers who won’t interview me 😉

So I, like, won something (and am really fucking surprised)

Remember how last week I begged you to vote for me in the RWL Awards in a rather undignified fashion? Well, you lot granted my wish and I actually won.

I’ll admit I’m shocked. My category was strong as fuck, and I never expected someone like me to win. I’m aware I’m scary and weird and basically blog about why everyone else is wrong except me, so I’m massively surprised that people are OK with that. That people actually agree with me, and appreciate what I’m doing. I honestly didn’t think that was the case. I expect what I do to make me unpopular, a lone howl of rage into the abyss.

I started blogging for me, and for me alone. To get the fury I feel at the world off my chest; to cathartically spit fire to save me from punching things that oughtn’t to be punched; to shout, however ineffectually, against the dominant narrative. I’ve never really expected anyone to be even moderately interested.

That you are, and that you support me means a lot to me. I can’t quite believe that anyone cares what I have to think, but I appreciate that you do. It’s been fucking bizarre for me, seeing this level of support, seeing what I can do to help in the tiny little way I can, shouting ever-so-slightly louder against the dominant narrative. I never expected this, and I couldn’t have done it without you listening to me.

So thank you. Thank you for listening and supporting, no matter how quietly. Thank you for making me feel like I’m not alone in my foul-mouthed anger. I’ll keep doing what I do no matter what, but it makes things so much easier knowing I have you all by my side.

A request for a favour

Hello lovely readers. You’re ace, you are. Well, most of you. The ones who don’t hate-read it to get a creaking rage-boner, anyway.

Today, I’d like you all to do me a tiny weeny little favour that will take about five minutes. I’ve found myself nominated for an RWL Award, which is very exciting as I never get nominated for anything usually.

I’m in awesome company in my category, and probably wouldn’t mind if any of them won, but I’ve never won anything in my life, so obviously I’d really like it to be me.

Can you take two seconds to vote for me?

Pretty please?

Pretty please with an improbably large pile of dessert toppings on the top?

Voting closes at midday tomorrow, Tuesday 19th March.

Make me feel happy inside and toss me a vote!

❤ xoxoxo Zoe

ETA: How very rude of me not to give you a little something to sweeten the deal. As a thank-you, here is a high-res stream of some kittens. You’re welcome.