We could put shops at these stops—shop stops! We could also put them within walking distance of houses. Make ‘em really big—I think Japan tried this experiment for a while.
- [Bender pauses and counts in his fingers, humming.]
Bender: Shut up. [The three Benders laugh.] That's a good one.
Team 23.5 represent! My toesies are cold but the rest of me is alright!
My memory is poor and my facial recognition is zero.
I remember broad timelines, and I try to take pictures of my life so I can look back and jog my memories. Sometimes weird memories randomly bubble up to my consciousness though.
I think a solid and comfortable opening would be Final Fantasy X. Don’t need to know any other games in the series, they’re all independent of each other.
I’ve had two strokes; sex is the least of my worries.
My goal is to be weird and intimidating now, and I’m pretty good at it. Still friendly though.
I manage. There’s no sex in my day to day life, no libido either. It’s not a thing that comes up often.
Eh, I’m also intersex and lack the musculature to do anything with my genitals.
It’s also a physical problem. Doesn’t really need fixing.
It’s temporary, forty or fifty more years and I won’t have to worry none about it.
I’ve never actually done it before, because sexual thoughts bring nothing but fear and terror to my mind. They all feel like Silent Hill 2.
No can do, taking this virginity to my grave.
It could always be worse, they could drag each file out of each folder individually.
I’m not about to provide you with masturbation material.
Women. Queer people. Non-white people. Hell, even white straight cis evangelical Christian rich men who die from being sick.
There will be so much death.
It will be unending.
We may yet manage as a country, but the millions that die from this election won’t get to see it.
I’ve got a proper Cascadian accent. It’s lovely, but gets me marked as an outsider when I go elsewhere in the country.
We have this in every country. In America it's called the American Medical Association. It's been invented already. There's even specific subgroups and organizations of doctors and such that advocate for people who have particular problems and troubles, like the Multiple Sclerosis Research Society, the World Professional Association for Transgender Health, and the American Stroke Organization. These things exist and they help people.
But you think I'm an AI, don'tcha? I'm not even snidely insulting you in this one. I'm trying to help in good faith.
Then again, you're not here in good faith, so what can I do?
(The answer is to keep this here in case anyone is reading in good faith, and they can benefit from this comment. Guess I'm not really writing about you at all.)
Nope. Arms, legs, and disappointment. Sorry bud, I’m real, and I’m shaking my head at you through the internet.
I also know you’re real cause I know people like you in real life. I’m disappointed in them too.
Look, all I’m asking is that you fuckin’ start respecting women. All women. Even the women you don’t think are women (which are still women.)
You’re still alive, so you can still change. Be better than this.
Alright, you can’t take a compliment. Maybe no one has given you a compliment before me?
I like your name.
No wonder people think you’re insufferable, when you act like this to some chick who just likes your name.
I’d say go get laid, but you like to fight, so maybe go box someone? Get that anger out?
Hey, chum, I’m just trying to be uplifting, you wanna come at me with fights, I’m trying to give you a compliment. No wonder you’re not getting laid if you try to fight every woman who says something nice about you.
Hey, I just like how you picked out your name. It’s a compliment. Why do you gotta be so toxic about yourself? Is it the brain full of hatred? I bet it’s the brain full of hatred.
Best of luck with *gestures at everything*.
Consider possibly not making trans peoples’ lives harder, yeah? Don’t contribute to that.
Estradiol is fucking magical.
Terrified.
What even becomes of us now? What recourse do we have?
What’s going to happen to us?
Are we going to die?
Showed up to the FF7 Rebirth Orchestra Tour in Portland like this!
I was trying to aim for “modern, present-day white mage,” with all the details that might involve. I got lots of compliments!
Feeling a bit like crap, shamelessly want support and good vibes.
FAQ:
- Why do you feel like crap?
- Brain chemicals plus time, multiplied by the dysphoria co-efficient.
- You'd pass better if you just dressed like people.
- Look, if I'm not dressed like I'm gonna run up the side of a skyscraper, holding a technosword, during a rainy night, in order to kill a god, is life really worth living?
2a. Just wear a brand somewhere.
- Nope. Earth symbols and brands and such aren't diegetic to how I want to present myself. I specifically want to look like I don't belong.
2b. That makes you stand out.
- Fine. As long as I'm read as a girl who's not from here.
- Why'd you climb halfway up Mount Hood?
- Arch-nemesis at the top. Called him and asked me to meet halfway up for a thrilling sword fight cause I'm lazy and it's a compromise. (Seriously though, it was a hike with my wife and I was bitching bilingually going both up and down and it was very difficult to even make it that far.)
- Can you play banjo?
- Nope. I tried though, but the hand doing the strumming is the one that took the most damage from two strokes. Can't even keep a rhythm.
- Your shoes aren't matching sometimes.
- OH SHIT THANKS FOR POINTING THAT OUT
- Kids these days don't even know what Final Fantasy is, really.
- Don't care, it was super formative to my heart and I'm almost 40.
Also I mentioned my wife in my solution-unneeded rant post and figured you all needed to see her cause she's pretty.
We saw The Beths opening for Alvvays last night and it was amazing.
Mang, shit is bullshit: a rant not in need of solutions
Hokay, so.
I’m on HRT and have been for a decade and change. This is real cool, except how basically every interaction with cisgenderedists gets me misgendered, and a hearty “sir” or a flurry of “he/hims” levied my way. I mean, fuck, I can be standing there in knee-high boots, a leather skirt, and a cropped hoodie and I get misgendered as fuuuck.
“So change shit up, motherfucker.”
I do a phone job and my voice is believably feminine in both English and Japanese, which is cool, but something about my real life existence just reeks of masculinity.
Can’t really do makeup cause the structures responsible for processing my face are damaged. I can tell what emotion I’m making, but I can’t perceive enough of my face to draw well on it. Also since I’ve had two strokes, even if I could, I’d prolly do eyeliner wings like a fuckin’ gridiron player.
I got beautiful wavy blonde hair that goes down past my butt, and though I don’t have the manual dexterity to style that really well with buns and braids and such, I can at least try shit other than the basic nape-of-neck ponytail.
Also I’m flat as your average golf course: maybe two discernible bumps, and that’s fuckin’ it. Also I’m ace as fuck so if they were any bigger I’d get real self-conscious about it.
At least I got a fashion sense that makes Square Enix jealous.
I’m gonna figure shit out that works for me, either that or I’m gonna keep on tolerating the injustices of the bastards who never thought to play with the character creator.
Also I guess they want me to add a photo so here you are.
Apologies for my shitty English. It’s fuckin’ terrible.
Oregon Zoo, Priscilla (taken yesterday)
I did my best to get this shot as good as I could.
Strong shell and feets for marching.