#robot rambles

Drives me up the wall that you can't talk about kink without someone being like "yes kink is great ☝️😀 so long as it is consentual" it's like saying "I love cookies as long as they're not made of concrete" and you gotta sit there and go "ok well if the cookie is made of concrete. That is not a cookie. That is something else that is not good."

thought about when Anya said, “make no mistake, this isn’t my worst moment. far from it. it’s the best one I’ll ever make,” and then proceeded to kill herself in a room that couldn’t be unlocked from the outside, with no other (reasonable) entry/exit, with the expectation that she will be trapping curly with her.

I truly feel deeply and utterly alone right now

I really do be thinking about things and saying “hmmmmmm” out loud lately

The thing about the Dies Irae is that, given the opportunity, I would eat it

I want to wear dresses and skirts again. I haven’t worn any in 6 years. I’ve spent more of my transition half back in the closet than out and free. I’m just so fat and nervous and dysphoric and embarrassed about it all. I want to be feminine but it’s just all locked up in shitty feelings.