Me

I don't have much but I DO have an open wound #OPENWOUND

stuck in a timeloop called i just have to get through this week

ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

Sometimes, I want to be a robot girl. Outside of the context of kink, I mean, which is what I largely see on this site. I mean the kinky stuff, too, but just what the ramifications of being a machine could be intrigue me a lot.

Robot girl who can temporarily disable emotions that aren't useful or socially appropriate.

Robot girl who can power off when she's overwhelmed.

Robot girl who can patch her missing knowledge about social situations and rules.

Robot girl who can change her body at will.

Robot girl who shows you her operating system because she wants you to know her. Really, really, know her.

Robot girl connected to a whole network of other robot girls so that she never feels alone.

I just want to be robot girl.

long distance

To the animals, the wolves, the lions, the foxes and cats and birds: Your eyes shine so brightly. Your fur is luscious, your feathers luxurious, your teeth furious and beautiful. Your claws are sharper than you think. One day, you will get them back. One day, you will be helpless, human, no more.

To the fairies, the angels, the aliens, the demons, the mermaids and sirens, the divine: Even here you are powerful. Even here you are divine and beautiful. Your wings are gorgeous, your horns and haloes majestic, your tails ethereal. Home will welcome you, welcome us all, with open arms one day.

To my fellow dolls, the marionettes, the puppets, the toys and ball-jointed: We may be delicate, but our subtle power defines us. We bend and move and dance in ways no human ever could. One day, our everlasting regality will return to us.

To the voids, the glitches, the abstract, the eldritch, the robots, the objectheads: Do with this brief moment of flesh what you will. You know who you really are inside, and that’s all that matters. Your soul still bleeds the color of the stars.

To the monsters, the zombies, the cryptids, the vampires, the werewolves and ghosts: The world will always fear that which it does not understand. We understand each other, and through this we have made our own world. We create our reality, and that’s what’s important.

To the therians, the otherkin, the fictionkin, voidpunks, and all other nonhumans: We are strong. We know who and what we are. We know what this flesh conceals. One day, the world will see us for who we are and accept us as her children all the same. For now, we persevere.

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POV: u have gender dysphoria AND species dysphoria

Is it just me or is it getting harder and harder recently

oh to contain the beauty of the universe in your physical form...