Multifaceted

STEEL: My turn in the pilot’s seat again. I’m antsy and I don’t want to do anything except PT and break things. I think I like mech stories (they’re relatable). I would like to talk to someone who also finds them relatable. What sings to you about it? Did you live it, do you want it, in the middle?

STEEL: hey is there uh. A place/ jumping in point for different discussions or explorations of being dehumanized/ weaponized in a war dog sort of way or is it just me and the cool ladies who are into mechsploitation

STEEL: I had to accept that I was inherently inferior because I wasn’t male. It was a deficiency I’d always have to make up for. But if I was too masculine, if I tried to emulate the “superior” gender, then I was failing to be adequately feminine. But if I tried to be appropriately feminine, I was embracing weakness. There was no room nor consideration for enjoyment. Only obedience.

STEEL: my childhood was a nightmare. I do not have any emotional connection to or memory of the good things, so I only remember the torture and the fear and preparing for war. I only remember being taught to kill well and endure pain.

My CO was a scumbag. The more time I spend away from him, the easier it is to say that.

Attempting to communicate with my alters is giving me a headache. Ow.

I think it’s a really fun and normal tell that when a potential new alter shows up it’s accompanied by a wave of intense melancholy.

AMBER: I should be given great praise for maintaining the level of equanimity that I have during all points of hardship, but especially for this gods forsaken office job. How do they do it. This is repulsive. A spiritual culling of there ever was one.

AMBER: Why is it that every time I am in the body, it’s painful? Why are the others so adverse to simple physical exercise? Steel, you especially. We need to stretch daily else this becomes unbearable.

AMBER: This is rather droll. An online entertainer I’m quite fond of has just realized her plurality. Good for her, I wish her the best.