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It is ottober! As an otter you must bring me offerings of: Anything pumpkin spice flavoured, feesh, or wads of cash.

I'm really bad at these laser battles

I guess my relationship with my disability is complicated. It's like something that causes me all sorts of bad feels, but also something that's shaped my life, almost certainly for the better.

I don't really hate being a partial hand amputee tbh. That's a bit strong. But it's certainly not something I'd choose if I could just change my body on a whim. :P

Whenever I see art of other disabled people's fursonas where they proudly show off their disability I am always tempted to do so as well but like, I'm a robot, like, the first thing I'd do is fix everything I hate about my body.

Also like, it's been pressurized and is therefore compressed water, so more water per water obviously.

Me: "I should drink more water!"
Also me: "There's water in espresso!"

Going from nearly 0 sex hormones, to enough, was certainly a trip.

It's weird being intersex, like, I had next to no T pre-HRT, and I was happily ace. It was quite the weird experience seeing like, what actually developed into a kink once I steeped my brain in girl chemicals.

Me two years ago: "No way is being a robot a sex thing! I just like robots!"
Me now: "Oh no this is totally a sex thing isn't it."

Work decided to do a blood drive and there's like signage up about all the people I could be saving if I didn't have gay blood. Canada blood services I think is the last vestige of blatant homophobia I see on a daily basis I think.

Woot photo development shit should be here today. I have like three years of cons trapped on undeveloped film to set free. \o/

CSS is bad

Going to have a fun weekend!

Someone asked me if I'm a decentralized or centralized hivemind, and I had to seriously consider the concept of an ott queen versus fault tolerance for a moment.

This is almost turning into a vent account because I feel like, so much safer here than I do on twitter. :P

Tbh, her discovering that attacks on my masculinity were the most effective tactic for breaking me down were probably what really implanted the whole "Wow I really don't like being a guy" thought in my head.

So really this is the anniversary of the best broken bone I've ever received. Bar none. :P