exhausted of being seen. do not perceive me as feminine. do not perceive me as masculine. do not perceive me as androgynous. perceive me as if a wolf was taught the entire english language for the first time. perceive me as a cat walking on a keyboard and forming sentences. perceive me as an AI programmed to be your friend. perceive me as a ghost that haunts the web and takes the form of a sentient computer. do not perceive me as a human man or woman or non-binary or any sort of label. perceive me as an abstract concept
Nah, you aren’t owed that information about “what I am” (I wrote an entire poem about that a year ago actually).
I used he/they/ze/xe and usually default to he because it’s easier. That’s all you need to know.
It’s very entitled.
So the original commenter has doubled down trying to get me to stop making videos and, like, you know this is some of the most toothless transphobia I’ve faced right?
Exact quote “I’ve shared this video in my anti trans group”.
… and? What exactly can they have a problem with? You’re not entitled to information about my genitalia? I don’t bother correcting people in public? I have a banging book collection?
Transphobes have brain rot, I swear.
everyone always saying "ohhh i want to fuck a computer" okay what if i want a computer to fuck me ?!?!?
not every computer can be a bottom. there has to be some tops out there. cmon.
I fear that how much time I spend in a microenvironment like tumblr is shaping my perception of culture because I just found out "eroticism of the machine" isn't a concept that exists in the general consciousness or as a media trope or anything. if I Google it the first result is a Tumblr post. do the people of Earth not understand how inherently sensual the wires and pistons are
i love john brosio paintings bc theyll be an absolute gut punch that forces you to consider your own morality like two earthlings and they will also be Big Crab
I hadn’t seen the second one. You can just tell that guy is standing where his car should be. He’s too tired to worry about the crab directly, he’s just thinking about how this means he’s gotta call the insurance company and lord knows if giant crab attacks are covered. He’s looking off to the left because that’s where the bus stop is, he’s watching a bus pull up right now and thinking that while there’s a chance he could sprint for it and make it on he absolutely cannot bring himself to run right now - not from the crab, not to the bus, not for anything. Fuck the diet, though, he’s getting fast food tonight. Not like he can drive to the store now anyway.
the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired








