

Not after they’re dead.


Not after they’re dead.


Couldn’t relate. Our gf and we meow at each other. ~<3


“25,000 children”
Name one.
Ah.
A-hah.
Ha!, even. Hahahahahahahaahahahaah!
Nah, it was hard back when it was 9/11 being used as an excuse. These days? Sanity is overrated. XD
They kinda do? In that there are distributed protocols where there’s no distinction between a server and a host, but that kind of software doesn’t optimize for mobile use well and the growth model tends to be more linear than the geometric scaling afforded to centralized services. =/


AuADHD here, took an embarassing amount of time to figure out you were being sarcastic. XD
Genuinely though, between the emotional processing delays, and the heights of intensity and complexity they can reach, there could actually be a notable benefit if there was a tool that could warn us about impending feelings before they actually hit.


Don’t call them that!
Slandering the innocent perverts of the world by association with Facebook isn’t gonna make 'em quit marketin spookware to assholes who oughta know better. =U
You can like furries without being one, that’s fine too.
One of my fiancés was furry-adjacent for years before deciding they wanted to be one and made their first fursona. =D


I like to bring a big gay umbrella or a parasol to Pride. =D
Hey, same gender!


With pretty pictures~


Using magical terminology to explain psychology or technology to people is surprisingly effective. =S


Ugggh, you look so cozy it makes me wanna go back to bed. XD


It reads like a joke, but unironically this~<3


As a masc-presenting transfem enby, I used to tell myself that I didn’t have dysphoria and that I was fine being a guy. Turns out I was, in fact, deluding myself, and the gender euphoria I got on day 1 of HRT was life-changing.
IMO, whether or not you’re trans is a less interesting question than how would you want to present if you were unencumbered by other people’s expectations.


This.
I lived in denial for decades and drove myself to the point of literal breakdown trying to “act normal” before my maladaptive masking habits finally broke and killed my imposter syndrome for good. =D
Whacked it short and dyed it teal. XD