q log #78: Oh, the wistful longing to have someone open a hatch in my side, dust my circuit boards, lubricate my joints, tune my servos, organize my wires, close it up, stick a cable into a port array, and run DOOM off of my brain
@Omnii you nailed it! My gender & sexuality are separate. Relationship, identity, or fashion, what i've got going on is neither for the same nor opposite sex. Just "my relationships", "my clothes" and "my body". What's in my pants? Who cares? Next person to wonder about my genitals and what i do...
q log #75: since I'm nonbinary, everything i wear is both drag and yet also not drag. Until observed, i exist in a superposition of both fashion states: call that schrödinger's catwalk
q log #74: under my clothes, I am not naked, but a flesh homunculus that emerged fully formed from a bottle of hopes, dreams, wishes, and a mysterious glowing green ooze harvested from the backside of a space whale.
q log #73: you invented yourself. All the actions you took, the memories you lived, the scars you've gained, the food you ate, the friends you made, the muscles you grew or lost, that's what created you; You! Yes you! You found a way to make meat suit worth living in, rearranged the furniture...
q log #70: “if you couldn’t be bothered to write it, i can’t be bothered to read it” is the best response to AI fanfiction btw. don’t engage. don’t even give them attention, let them starve.
happy orbit-iversarry. once again the planet has completed another rotation around its star, and another tally towards the inevitable day that the great Me eats Sol.
Sure! Doesn't everyone talk to people in their heads and sometimes lose the debate? Satan said why not skip the whole human sacrifice, sin, and suffering dealio, just pop everyone into heaven eithout the capabikity to cause harm or to sin, in much rhe same way that i cant flap my arms and fly to...