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22 | he / it / they / void | autistic | cripplepunk | goth | son of hades | hrt: 24/01/24 | top surgery: 31/01/25 | poetry account: @september-poetry

how to navigate my blog and find all of my posts:

.faeposting - all of my original posts

.faeart - all of my art

.faegender - all of my xenogender flags

.faeplays - my gaming screenshots

moodboard - all of my moodboards / stimboards

my transition - exactly what it sounds like, mostly hrt updates

all of my poetry is on @september-poetry

been published in:

sensory: life on the spectrum, an anthology put together by @schnumn, under my name

objectifying men in armor will literally never get old. like, work it shiny boy. hit ‘em with that old razzle dazzle you fuckin trash can. hottie! (tucks $5 into your cuirass) 

Throws in some gold coins at the neck opening and hear it rattling all the way down.

the author's barely disguised open wound splattered livid and filthy across everything they create

it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

i wisely turned off the notes on this when it was at 700 but oh my god stop telling me what you "just" use it for in the notes shut the fuck up shut the fuck up I AM NOT A CATHOLIC PRIEST, I DO NOT ABSOLVE YOU. WRITE YOUR OWN EMAILS.

My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.

What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"

"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.

I hope this is a universal cat owner experience. Every single night he begs me to turn the sun back on so he can watch birds on the balcony. I tell him no, I cannot do that.

But I can turn lights on and off in the house and he's fairly certain I'm just not applying myself properly here.

You know damn well that can't just stay in the tags @gallusrostromegalus

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