graphi 💐

graphi 💐

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🔞 for adults only 🔞 mid-30s insect, animal, human & it/they 🐈‍⬛📘🪨🌻 avatar: @yonge.online

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very annoying that my Self evolved to crave connection affection and closeness but also to take every measure to sabotage and dissuade that from happening and instead live in a internal world that can't be communicated

it is always comforting to find i now don't like something i used to like. i listened to the Melvins the other day and did not dislike it but also did not really feel anything but "that part of my life is over"

sometimes i feel perhaps i should have separate personal account but the reality of no locked accounts makes that too frightful so maybe what i am looking for is "thinking" or "writing in a journal"

it is funny that biologically many reflexes (vomiting, orgasm, etc) operate like a dark souls status meter in that you have additive stimulation over time that degrades when the stimulus is removed and the reflex only happens at a specific threshold

sadly it is so over. i made it again and ate it but my baseline disgust with eating flesh was so strong that i bequeathed the remaining fish cartridges to my roommate

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first time cooked frozen tilapia fillet in the oven all by myself. 12 minutes and it was yummy and didn't even sicken me. this is huge for me because i usually refuse to cook flesh at home and abhor most flesh anyway. and i often worry about my protein and b12. but now we are the champions

handling a frozen fish fillet was so crazy it was completely flat on one side and felt like holding a cold plastic facsimile of a unit of fish

first time cooked frozen tilapia fillet in the oven all by myself. 12 minutes and it was yummy and didn't even sicken me. this is huge for me because i usually refuse to cook flesh at home and abhor most flesh anyway. and i often worry about my protein and b12. but now we are the champions

the events of the past few years especially the grief have done NES rom corruption on my psyche and self in a way that is pretty much impossible to communicate and it seems like that is just me now and i have to live with that forever

dreamed that a handsome guy with a buzz cut who kind of looked like steve-o from jackass propositioned me to teach me kendo (??) so we went to his dojo where he was apparently the best guy and sat in a room full of american kendo guys and i started talking to a random guy and telling him

that i thought white people were racist as a baseline due to cultural programming & media and he got really angry. and then we all went to get dressed for the kendo but everyone had to pee first and the only toilet they left for me had 2 huge cracks in it and was Stuffed with paper towels

but i peed in it anyway and the paper towels caused a fine mist of piss to spray back, dampening my thighs & shorts but i had to pee so bad that i just allowed it. then the dream logic model broke & we just didn't proceed to the kendo so hot steve-o kendo guy didn't get to hit me with a stick. sad

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had this idea at work and awkwardly hiding it under my arm or clipboard when someone approaches me giant anime sweat drop on my head giggles

when im not playing pronoun palace i am still spelling words in the little grid in my mind all day and thinking about the sprites. infested status

my new "thing" is research and development on making "hummus toast" a workable concept. the current iteration is like two hummus giga croutons with greek salad on top that i carve into a mess with knife and fork in my dog dish