Katherine Homuth

At the end of last year, I found my voice online. My actual voice, not the sanitized, investor-friendly one. I stopped performing optimism and started telling it like it was. It was freeing. And costly.

A few months later, I was no longer part of the Sheertex story. The reasons are layered. The blanks are yours to fill in.

If there’s a lesson I’m supposed to learn, it’s probably that the safer choice is to say less. Compromise more. Smile politely. Navigate every conversation like you’re holding a live gr***de in oven mitts. Because the moment you stop doing that, everything shifts. Standing up for yourself becomes something to work around. Suddenly, you’re negotiating for air—and expected to thank the room for letting you breathe.

There’s a line from Sheryl Sandberg that’s haunted me; women do better when they negotiate communally, think “we” instead of “I”. That’s not theory. That’s research. That’s what it takes to be heard without being punished. And it broke something in me. Because once you know that’s the rule, you can’t unsee how much of the game is just managing other people’s comfort with your existence. I don’t want to win that game. I want to rewrite the rules.

So here I go. Headfirst into the next thing, not silenced by what came before, but finally freed by it.

Now meet Oomira.

A company on a mission to structure the world’s memory, use it to provide queryable results and ultimately build the first real simulation engine.

I’m starting small. Quietly taking on a few founding clients to archive their memory, people, decisions, relationships, before we scale the engine.

Read more on my substack at the link in bio, or at the Logic, or email me at [email protected].