There Is No Old Self To Get Back To Theres A New U To Create N Nurture

there is no old self to get back to there’s a new u to create n nurture

name: tangent

age: 23

gender: nonbinary

pronouns: they/them

sexuality: lesbian

mbti: intj-t

neurodivergence (all diagnosed): ocd, audhd, bipolar (mixed), ptsd, did system host

interests: primarily stem-related topics such as science and mathematics, as well as riichi mahjong, and whatever art and fandom catches my attention at the moment

other: alterhuman h+ anarchist, reluctantly a fictive from a certain card game

boundaries: no dni, i block liberally. i am not open to dms.

Top scientists at MIT have announced a mushroom that hates

people need to stop treating the "paraphilia" as a valid concept. in order for it to be a legitimate concept, you must presuppose that there is a natural, typical expression of sexual desire that paraphilias stand against in contrast. this presupposition completely ignores that what are considered "normal" expressions of sexual desire are entirely socially defined and violently enforced as part of the patriarchy. for example, the only reason that attraction to fat people is considered a paraphilia is because fatphobia dehumanizes fat people (especially fat women), thus making attraction to them taboo and worthy of ridicule. attraction to skinny people, on the other hand, is not considered a paraphilia because that's what the patriarchy has decided is "normal". stop giving credence to the patriarchy by accepting the pathologization of "deviant" sexuality at face value.

Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a perfectly triangular lake with a kingdom on each side. One day, the three kingdoms went to war for control of the lake. The first kingdom was very wealthy and sent many knights, each with their own squire. The second kingdom was moderately wealthy and sent several knights with a few squires among them. The third kingdom was poor and sent their only knight, an old man, with his squire. The night before the battle, the armies celebrates. The first kingdom's army drank fine wine, the second kingdom's army drank ale, and the squire of the third kingdom tied a rope into a noose and used it to hang a pot from a tree, which he used to cook dinner for him and the knight. The next day the knights from the first two kingdoms were too drunk to fight and the knight from the third kingdom was too feeble to fight, so the squires went to war instead. Amazingly, the third kingdom's squire was able to singlehandedly match the squires from the other two kingdoms.

The moral of the story is that the the squire of the high pot and noose is equal to the sum of the squires of the other two sides.

That squid I mentioned before has resumed its practice of floating above my bed in the early hours of the morning. Unlike the floating crab, it doesn't drip sea water, and it leaves enough clearance for me to get out of bed with bashing my head into it, so I wouldn't mind in principle. However, the issue is that this squid has something against me. It twists its tentacles, very deliberately, before my eyes into pairs of knots which cannot be differentiated by known knot invariants, and being shown this defect of mathematics always sours my mood for the rest of the day.