Cyrus Draegur

You ain’t wrong about the social credit thing! There was only one municipality that tried to implement it in any way that even vaguely resembles how mainstream media hysterics portray, and that city’s administration was punished for it on the national stage.

The only thing the “social credit” system was meant to do is make major public figures accountable for corruption. It was never aimed at REGULAR people!

But yeah nah fuck anyone and anything that opposed democracy especially the two faced single political party of the United States of America. If they actually gave a shit about democracy for real instead of just consuming lives to pay for their pedophilia addictions, we’d have ranked choice voting by now.

I’m sorry, It turns out I’m not a man u.u

But that does explain why I was so turned off at the prospect of getting sucked (yuck) Because this junk on me is the wrong parts!

The most fun relationships I’ve had, my own body was hardly even acknowledged and I made it all about what I can do for my partner ^^

Besides, receiving sexual gratification of any kind is aggressively mid to me anyway, because I’m pretty sure I’m on the asexual spectrum.

I want to please my partners solely because I’m panromantic and when anyone i love has a good time i get the warm fuzzy giddy mushy sappy tingles~ :3

Real Life.

Good grief what a stupid future we live in.

And “sad bits” makes perfect sense.

I’m glad i switched to mint on my laptop, I hope it only continues to improve. If only we could self-manufacture the hardware, too…

At this point I’m so fucking fed up with the industry gatekeeping users, colluding against us, outright ABANDONING us because the fucking AI firms “bought all of our manufacturing output”, I don’t think I would even mind that much if I have to sacrifice a closet, or a whole room of my house, to contain the much bulkier homebrewed DIY electronics.

If 64 gigs of RAM a couple friends manufactured in their garage had to take up the space of a refrigerator – not a mini-fridge, i mean a whole fucking full scale kitchen appliance, I WOULD RATHER MAKE ROOM THAN PAY THOSE FUCKING CORPO PARASITES EVER AGAIN.

Oh I’m not a girl either.

I’m an it: a THING. :3

The big revelation i had in recent years is that although i may not know what i am, i know what I’m not.

I wasted decades living like a fish who was tricked into thinking its life’s purpose was to climb trees.

I could have spared myself a great deal of inconvenience and confusion if i had realized sooner that I’m asexual and genderless because divesting of those labels has drastically reduced the discomfort of my existence in that i no longer feel bizarre self-inflicted pressure to fulfill archetypical roles toward which i never related and which I never understood in the first place.

A lot of social issues i had came from externalization of internal dysphoria. The deep, overwhelming disgust and discomfort I felt when merely even conceptualizing masculinity that purports to be ‘mine’, let alone any actual participation in such an identity. Being in “boy” spaces, being present for “boy” events, every stereotype and statistically emergent pattern associated with maleness, all of it–ALL OF IT–made my skin crawl.

The utter revulsion that overwhelmed me regarding masculinity spilled over into how I treated others, and that absolutely sucked. It’s not their fault they had an intrinsic understanding of themselves that felt intuitive and made sense to them…

…

And also even though I don’t particularly feel interested in pretending to be a girl either i know i definitely would be more comfortable in a more androgynous body. I even want bottom surgery, not for anyone else’s sake but because it feels less wrong conceptually.

(Not holding my breath though)

I just sometimes think back to the 90s and wonder if i could’ve had more room in my head for more useful considerations if I hadn’t been preoccupied with an intrinsic inability to embody societal expectations and roles that, it turns out, had nothing to do with me. If i didn’t waste so much effort trying to care about something that i hated and turned out to not matter at all, goodness, i could’ve known myself so much better, been at least somewhat more comfortable in my own head if not in my own skin.

If future me had conveyed the message convincingly in just those three words that no good would come from struggling to participate with that miserable dead-end charade… maybe i could have better focused on things that did matter.

first choice:
PURSUE NUCLEAR ENGINEERING

runner up:
YOU AIN’T MALE

third place:
ATTENTION DEFICIT: REAL

It’s neat here.

I’m actually here more often than on Reddit now.