they come in such profusion that you're not missing much either. you can dip your feet in the Reboot Waters occasionally to see if you like it ("hmm they're doing a reboot of fritz lang's metropolis from 1927? ok let's try it") and dip out whenever you please

The remake reboot prequel sequel industrial complex is killing me but the good thing is I don't have to watch any of that. I can just think "that sounds boring or otherwise doesn't interest me in any way" and do something other than watch it

the incomplete, official sunbeamstress album tier list

fuck i love music.

Ok but it's actually really easy to profile strangers based on vibes

Also the one after that is just Linux. that's linux

Things that work in fiction but not real life

torture getting reliable information out of people

knocking someone out to harmlessly incapacitate them for like an hour

jumping into water from staggering heights and surviving the fall completely intact

calling the police to deescalate a situation

rafting your way off a desert island

correctly profiling total strangers based on vibes

effectively operating every computer by typing and nothing else

ripping an IV out of your arm without consequences

heterosexual cowboy

one year

one year ago, on this day, i got my first little package from folx health. i remember my hands were shaking when i opened the little bottle of estradiol and i was delighted that my first batch was the cute little blue ones. transitioning today is just as sweet as those little pills were.

i got put on spiro and progesterone for the first time and today, on my lil baby 1-year hrtiversary, they came! this is the exact sort of full-circle unintended poetry that i live for.

transitioning has been very good to me. i used to be a bland-looking dude with a beard that badly needed a trim and now i'm kinda cute and getting better with my makeup every day. i used to go "well, i suppose i could stand to be alone for the rest of my life" in my apartment and now i'm seeing my girlfriend and her girlfriends every other week.

i'm endlessly in love with how long my hair is and how clean and clear my skin is and how soft i am and how big my butt got and my boobs and ghghgnghgngh. my self-image and preferred path to womanhood is probably not in line with modern feminism but also i've literally never cared less. for the first time in my entire life i know exactly who i want to be and what i want to look like and no one can take that from me.

life is odd jobs and finding little ways to make folding money. it's enjoying quiet snowy mornings in the mountains or driving down to sacramento to see my girl's band play at open mics. i love being in the city. sometimes i get smiles from strangers; sometimes i get hit on, which wasn't something too rare in my life but definitely not in this way! i frequently forget i'm transitioning - i wake up and i take a piss and i brush my teeth and when i see myself in the mirror i'm like "oh fuck right, i did the thing with the pills"

maybe that's why i didn't blog about hrt too much. my heart was in it when this was still scary and new to me, but at some point it feels like the vacation is over and you're back to living your life - just, you know, a really pleasant life that doesn't hurt constantly.

it's been a really good year. i think i could stand to keep doing this for the rest of my life

if i haven't posted anything about my game dev, it's because i've been teaching myself FL Studio and Blender at the same time and WOW it's a lot to learn

please help i literally can't stop playing YOMI hustle

researching parrying daggers as a fun little treat and i'm delighted by how much every single one of these things looks like it's designed to be as annoying as possible

my warforged rogue for my girlfriend's planescape-inspired D&D game. had to make her cuntyyyyy

does anyone else do a whiplash-inducing double take at those "I 🐾my dog" bumper stickers or have i been hanging out with furries too long

today i popped an adderall and spent most of the day making this song. i think i'm getting a little better at this kind of thing

it's a vibe for when you finally find the city where you grew up, only to come to your senses and realize there's nothing there but a vast, glassy lake

i think I've become so desensitized to the word "tranny" that i forget it's a slur

yarrow and thistle for devotion everlasting

i literally had to explain to someone here in california, just the other day, that no i did not in fact "ride a horse around" in texas

Hey man, don't even worry about me and the newly formed membrane of skin covering my unnaturally huge, permanently open mouth that prevents me from speaking in anything other than muffled, vibratey grunts. It's not a bad deal at all- I recently found out that I can use it to filter various particulate matter from the air, and that it's all actually quite delicious, and nutricious. And, well, I'm always hungry nowadays, and those particles arent worth much .....So I'm just gonna sit myself down right here under the breezeway and never move from this spot in order to concerve calories. And maybe once I'm at a surplus I can use the growth of my body to anchor myself in, incase the wind picks up too much for me to handle. And maybe others like me will congregate here and as our flesh begins to touch, it won't seperate, and we'll gradually form a grand structure, one akin to coral, here in the remains of the city. And at the same time, other structures will form too, in other places, rising like skyscrapers dotting the horizon over the course of decades, centuries, thousands of years, eventually leaning in, touching eachother for the structural support and aerodynamicysm, melding, growing, reproducing. Until at last the air is completely free of all germs, pollutants, aeroplankton, all that good stuff, bringing on the long process of our colonies starving one by one, starting from the top where the air is thinnest, down to the bottom where our numbers are greatest, eventually rotting, the rest of us calcifying, leaving fresh materials for the newest batch of mobile life on earth, but by the time the luckiest of this new life gains sapience, the strong wind will have already eroded at our bones, spreading it all amongst the now rich soil, leaving not even a legend of what had happed before.

I love fetish porn worldbuilding. You'll open a story and they're like "so I'm in the big conference all with all the other 19 year olds, naked except for our chastity belts, about to decide if we're gonna become slaves"

And it's like... That's the first paragraph! You really went zero to sixty in four lines there, huh?