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transgressive body hacker, vegan cannibal, null slut. free software, ddr doubles [entity: ∅] | it/they/she/whatev | 33 | detroit → [social account] 🔞 [kink account]: @vivivivisection.vvn.dev (needles/blood) 🔞 [porn account]: @vivivoid.vvn.dev (null/t4t) 🔞

fucks me up that with vaginal/anal sex, 'giving'/'receiving' is clear and consistent, but oral, you give it when you're taking it, and the receptive partner is not the receiver

I've been offered gear to use in (and promote via) one of my other accounts. It's a nice piece of machinery and I'm sure I'd use it (though it wouldn't be my first choice in a vacuum). But can I stand to disclaim my posts with "sponsored by [company]"? Kinda feels like selling out.

"oh just don't use em dashes and nobody will think you're AI" that shit is important for understanding complex sentences and I write for adults the idea that we should cede ground so as not to be mistaken for machines is insulting, AI writes like that because the people that make it stole our work

Erik Hane@erikhane.bsky.social · last wk.

I don't know how to say this in a way that isn't snotty: if you are changing your writing intentionally to sound "not like AI" or whatever, I think extremely little of your craft. This is simply not a problem or a consideration for an even moderately developed writer www.wired.com/story/more-t...

there's somehow a certain satisfaction in my clocky ass tapping a tattoo-marked chip in my right hand to buy bras at a thrift store while the clerk with a huge golden cross necklace glares at me and says nothing the whole time except my total

What you guys are referring to as bsky, is in fact, atproto/bsky, or as I've recently taken to calling it, atproto plus bsky. Bsky is not a social media system unto itself, but rather

Another reason to kill Daylight Savings Time: to prevent people from getting it wrong when they say 'EST'/'PST'/etc during the summer

By far the funniest moment in Homer’s Odyssey is when Circe says, “Shall we have sex?” and Odysseus says, “You just turned all my men into pigs. You have the GALL to think I would sleep with you? Of course I will. Absolutely. But don’t do any weird spells”

photograph of the relevant passage in Fitzgerald's translation of the Odyssey ("I make no bed of love with you upon it. Or swear me first a great oath, if I do, you'll work no more enchantment to my harm.")

Post-op 'penis envy' is kinda wild. I can think about what it *would be* like to have a penis, and feel intrigue and wonder. Yet when I recall what it *was* like, I get memories of pain and resentment. I usually let my imagination drive for this one.