-> @oneironott@vulpine.club @Oneironott@awoo.space

We’ve sent and broadcasted music and media beyond the stars, yeah? Least ours.
And i often wonder
If anyone has tried asking for help.
How does one send begging messages beyond the stars
Asking for a friend

BIIIIIIIIG FRIEND

Casually touching yourself turning into longing and wishing what you’re touching isnt there.
I was trying to be frisky But
Look
We are four folks and none of us fucking want this thing so ugghhh

https://open.spotify.com/track/4wAssn566mNw6CWJomzGHB aaaaaaaa n.n

I think what I'm trying to say is that I hate having to alter and tweak "what happens" for sake of "what reads well as a story".
I do like the label "Paracosmic Journalist" though :)

Basically I want to start writing an account of my creation, and I'm trying not to let that part of me start thinking of "But what would folks like to read" because it's not about -them- ^^'

I have a love-hate relationship with being very structured with my writing. A good story needs a solid flow and solid conflict, but I consider myself more of a paracosmic journalist than a writer. My compromise had always been to free-write stories that wouldn't otherwise work well as a full -story-.
It's a winding thing where I often question the necessity of conflict within story narratives (as I write mostly for my own sake, especially these narratives)

Sleep aesthetic: cozy nook on a comfy bed of coral by some glowy kelp

For what it is worth, it’s that sort of club and frequently has an encourages nudity and light sexual acts at the least, and has varying levels that increase the level of… debauchery as you go deeper.

Axel, at their club, Jü-Ordine, that resides on an orbital city in the Aeolus system. They are the club’s DJ and Visualization Architect. Axel is organic and a Tekjik, which is essentially a being that possesses the ability to temporarily alter objective reality to their whim within close to medium proximity. As such, the “visualization architect” part of their gig involves altering the dancefloor of the club in flashy, engaging, and safe ways.

Gender: I dont know and i’m tired

I didnt think wearing a binder would put my gender feelings in such disarray, but here i am

AWOOOOOOOOOOO

I do not have to make that compromise anymore. Not internally. I do not have to keep wondering if i’m fluid or girl or enby. The answers has always already been here.
I do not have to keep speaking and performing that compromise.
It will be easier as my bio body becomes more capable of anatomic/presentational modularity, but what i think i want/need to focus on is who i am without that compromise.

I’m starting to break those walls more and more through flowing from feminine now both that and a enby brand of femboi. I start to thinking “what the hell. Am i enby/demiboy boy? i still like being a girl at times!

i need to stop pretending the wall is still whole
And walk through the breach.
I am not a boy or girl or enby demiboy
or any of the singular labels of human gender.
I already know who i am. Androgynous, but otter. I am this which i make and be and become

I’m getting more and more used to the idea of not having to make compromises with regards to how i see myself (gender, species).
The wall is long breached, and the inner self that my self-aspirations spring from is literally a furry alien otter from a planet way out there/in here on an aquatic, empathic planet.
The wall was the seperation of paracosm and orthocosm with regards to inward view or self. “that’s just play so what realistic standard do i aspire to”

Style goals: the Panda Bear - Boys Latin music video