Cabinet Derg @Motodrachen@awoo.space

A hypno helmet or RCG or whetever, but it just erases your emotional connections to traumatic events and makes them seem funny and uplifting because they happened to someone Like you...
but not You.

I'm so glad I started smoking weed only once my anxiety and depression threatened to overwhelm me.
The issue is now that I need it to function and be the Better Me that I want and need to be. I've been having to basically Bum medication off my friends this last week and it's like your old school bullies showing up and beating the crap outta you whenever your brain chemistry isn't balanced out.

I've been having PTSD over Food, and it sucks.

Bipolar hypersexuality is like... the worst superpower.
Oh, you're stressed and your adrenal gland is leaking all over the place? Guess that means we're supposed to be rampantly horny as hell just because it's something to fixate on that isn't pain! =D
Oh, you're inflamed all through your guts? That means your Prostate too! Except you're wired wrong, and so you spend all day horny in a vag you don't have!

The downsides to being a Witch is that evil spirits will totally fuck you over when you're weak and defenseless.
I had to call out of work two days in a row because of GI issues causing rolling panic attacks.
Like, collapse and hyperventilate for fifteen minutes while trying your best to not have a Heart Attack panic attacks

I don't get Dysphoria so much as the perspective when looking in the Mirror wavers between "I -Am- that" and "Oooh. I'd date that."

My housemate, a Witch: Huh. Onion article about Witches cursing Kavanaugh.
Me, also a Witch: But.... But I Did lay curses on him. Like a Lot of them.
Housemate: Here's a Comment... "This, but Un-ironically". Oh, and "I want this to be True".
Me: IT IS TRUE! I CURSED THAT TRASH MAN. A LOT!

Hi, I'm Max! I'm male shaped, but Plural personalities, so Pronouns start getting complicated and context-sensitive. He/Him is fine!

#InternationalPronounsDay

When your bowl of cereal gets interrupted just after the first bite by a twenty minute shared sobbing fit with your wife.

I feel sometimes I want to run Seminars on "How to live in a furry house with 4 other people".
And no, not "How to get along once you Have this thing"
But how to find people, find them jobs, share resources, and track contributions.
So everyone can have the Family they always wanted growing up.

I live in a furry house.
There's Kaye, the Shiba Inu data dog/research witch/artist/chef/carpenter/seamstress
Duke, the titanium dragon machinist/techie/gearhead/berzerker
Zerox, the green cybertiger cellist/theater kid with a femme alter-ego
And Ian, who's not a furry, he drew the Wolf card in his celtic pagan rite of manhood so he has a Legit spirit animal. He's our chaplain.
And I'm the weird iron dragon shapeshifter.

I sometimes give people subtle psychic whiplash with my social gatherings.
Because we're Wholesome here. No, we actually are, we have Family dinners with home cooked food and conversation, minus all the Bad Stuff that usually comes with a dinner at your Folks.

And then have a Half Orgy Half Lesbian sleepover party.
And when everyone gets up the next day, there's french press coffee and a dozen donuts from an independent local donut shop.

-Be a shapeshfiter
-Friends don't see you for a while and you're a girl now.
-They start fucking up on your pronouns
-All apologies
-Get embarrassed
-Change back to the form they knew you as before and act like everything's Chill
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-They keep fucking up your pronouns.
-Now everything's ruined, good going Mystique

My wife's mad because I'm arguing with the local futanari hime succubus magical girl. I said I suck a better dick than she (The magical girl) does and she threw down.

I'm the sort of enby that has a Work Gender and a Play gender.

Not because I'm closeted, just because the physical realities of my job require jeans, long sleeves and my hair tied back for safety reasons.

And I don't want to get stainless chip burn holes in my nice skirts and dresses

You know, before I was This, I was the Motodrachen. I created beautiful two wheeled art.
Before I was That, I was the airgun Smith, building art you could shoot people with.
And before any of That, I was the Eden Dragon.

I moved Earth and cared for generations of flowers and left the world a better place, one tree and planting bed at a time. Got a ten year reunion tour last year and learned that some things don't rust.

I can still Make Eden. My materials are still limited. Not for long.