You're so right - looking like I'm on the verge of tears (and often genuinely being on the verge of tears...) has helped me with procuring the tastiest blood on more than one occasion :3

I am also a scrunkly awkward vampire woman

scrunkly awkward vampire women rise up 😞✊

There’s a lot more I could say on this subject, as the philosophy of temporality/time is one of my autistic hyperfixations; but I’ll leave it at that for now. I still need to finish my essay in temporality, sometime.

I really admire a viewpoint like that, even if I don’t find myself in it, so to speak; my philosophy of time, by contrast, is… decidedly more esoteric lmao, and involves “being-in-time” as something which necessarily involves past and future, even if the former cannot be changed, generally speaking.

This poem is beautiful, and I find it interesting as a very different philosophical perspective to my own; in many respects, I couldn't agree with the underlying arguments the poem makes, and yet precisely for that reason, I really like it. It makes me want to write my own poem on time/temporality.

But I'm sorry it didn't seem to work out as well for you; the only advice I can offer is that it does tend to get easier on subsequent visits, once you know what to expect 🫂

Despite being very autistic, somehow I manage to bear laser hair removal; perhaps because I'm so desperate to get rid of the hair that whatever pain or sensory discomfort is forced into the background

yeah,,,,,,

same,,,,

thank you, that's really kind 🫂

I, too, yearn for the clicky clacks…

…but I’m also visually impaired and struggle to read the dice, so online has always been easier for me 😔

…only to the degree I don’t think she would mind to be referred to that way. She never wanted to be a boy - none of my alters did, really - and merely didn’t see a way out of maleness, at that time. I’m glad - despite all of my difficulties - that I’m beyond that point of my life, now.

I don’t really think of an “I” from that time, moreso the fragments of a consciousness - devoid of all selfhood and grounding - which was gradually formed into the person(s) I now am through great struggle. I tend to prefer she/her pronouns for the mess of disembodied thought I once was, too, but…

I often feel similarly; the whole of my past was merely a conglomeration of various thought-dreams, desires, traumas and confusions distilled into a selfhood in the loosest possible sense, divided innumerable times over by my plurality and psychotic experiences. It is the seed of who I became.

first letter of my name 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

this is me but with Hegel. i can interpret and broadly understand the works of any philosopher with some degree of competency, save for Hegel. i can even read secondary literature analysing Hegel with complete lucidity, but i struggle so fucking much whenever i open the phenomenology of spirit

omfg 😭

I did them a few days ago

hi there Chasey!!! I’m Ellie, and I also front a lot 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️