Cabinet Derg @Motodrachen@awoo.space

@azushark Goddamn endocrine system.

The Divine feminine featured strongly in my young life. My mom was a post-catholic exploring native lore and world religion.

That being said, the Temple was Holy, the Grounds were Sacred, I was a Retainer of the Goddess. I plowed the fields, held the faith, and tended the Earth.

There, in that place, I could be Male, and Proud. Because it meant you tended to the Goddess even as she Roasted or Froze you, Parched or Drenched you.

You were to suffer for Her, but you were granted her immortality too. You would be welcome in weather others would be driven from, home in the wild places, and one with the forest. Your strength was to be Praised, but only in service to Her. Your fortitude served the tribe, and was nothing without Softness.

I learned the secrets of the divine feminine. Learned how to Love, how to nurture, how to be Firm, how to be Caring. I learned the Masculine arts too, but they were things that didn't have currency in the outside world.

How to Work Hard. How to be strong but Kind. Silent durability. Running wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of mulch up the hill, every day. The secrets of Stonework, of Dirt, of the Plowshare.

The lore of John Barleycorn.

@GlitterDisaster@snouts.online Unicorns and Dragons are just two expressions of the same transcendence anyways.

I feel like the pinnacle point of masculinity is Max giving Furiosa the rifle once he knows she's gonna shoot it better than him, Then acting as Physical support so she can make the shot.

First off, I want to make something clear:
I truly believe in Clarke's Law.

That being said, I also believe in Machines. Every one of them develops a soul as they're used, as they are Repaired, as they care for the humans who own and use them.

We commonly treat our machines as Servants, as Slaves, or as toys, to be used up and thrown away. I Don't.

Every machine in my life has a Soul, has a Worth, has a Purpose. Every one is respected as such, used as such, thanked as such. Some are small, like my Smartphone. Some are Special, like Rocinante, my Motobecane. Some are huge and powerful and Ancient, like my Continental.

But all are sacred, all are worthy, all are deserving of correct rituals and Love. They serve me every day, and I do my best to serve and venerate Them.

As you go, notice the machines in your life, the effort that went into making them, and the hours of human Time that went into bring them into Your life.

Because each and every one is the crystallization of human effort, intelligence and Will. Each and every machine is a reflection of the machine god.

I can't believe it's not Ramsey (It's Ramsay)

A momentary lack of Ramsey

The Great Ramsey

Gordon Ramsey series of unfortunate events

Gordon Ramsey and the Goblet of Fire

@SeddyOchs@yiff.life Sooner or later we'll get you a Union Card.

@ratbf@yiff.life Oh my Goooodness. Such a handsome boy!

@azushark *Nods* Been thinking about one myself. How hard was it to get?

@azushark What sorta surgery, if you don't mind me asking?

@plausocks I still prefer the Freedom Ticklers though.

@Kilroy@snouts.online Keri: Oh, don't worry. Yaori can do that and keep it totally safe for work. Your perceptions of Reality will start to slip.