Go ahead. Try it. Try some Oreo spaghetti.

[oreospaghetti]

picking a full bowl of fresh strawberries from my own garden has got to be one of the most rewarding feelings

[oreospaghetti]

someday "home" will mean you and i

us and ours

[oreospaghetti]

Days later, still in recovery from the terrors,

They haunted me through my slumber and every waking hour

Though my fee may walk through the fields and meadows, my soul is still trapped in the shadows of the valley of death.

Oh lover, save me, save me from my mind

[ever-write-sometime]

ill hold you as you are haunted through slumber and waking terror every step of your fee ill save you from your mind

[oreospaghetti]

I fear I have fallen desperately in love with you

[oreospaghetti]

Along the lines of shadow and light trots a steed, carrying the weight of the world on her back. Steadily, her hooves cause ripples in the fabric of reality.

Breath bursting in hot puffs from her flaired nostrils, the mare snorts in disgusted dismissal.

Her disapproval turns to malice as she gazes upon the remnants of what once was I, me.

Mottled in furs of white and black, eyes piercing and brilliant.

I've created my own demise.

As she bares her fangs and lunges for my throat, all I can do is let go and succumb.

[oreospaghetti]

The distance crushes the light from within, demolishing, obliterating

She wanders, aimlessly

I scream from afar

Return to me, return my voice

Bring the life, light, back home

[oreospaghetti]

Is there something here, anything at all, that could keep these walls from crumbling? The stones keep falling and they hurt when they crash into my head. Ouch, yeeeeowie, zoinks!!!

[oreospaghetti]

back again, ive returned from whence i fled a mere two days ago

the voices, the people, everything is everywhere

the unapologetic hatred is boiling up from the depths of my soul

[oreospaghetti]

Days later, still in recovery from the terrors,

They haunted me through my slumber and every waking hour

Though my fee may walk through the fields and meadows, my soul is still trapped in the shadows of the valley of death.

Oh lover, save me, save me from my mind

[oreospaghetti]

When will it end

is willn't soon probablty ig

[oreospaghetti]

there has been a disappointing lack of steak at this stakeout

[oreospaghetti]

the end is nigh, an hour to go, an hour to save

there is nothing left for me here freedom will soon be mine, eternal freedom

take me from this wretched place, all i want is to rest in my lover's arms once more. to be held, cherished, kept safe. but this place. this unholy site has drained her, me, of life, light

soon, soon we will break free

hand in broken hand

gone will be the hubub and chaos i welcome the peace of the riverbed

[oreospaghetti]

the sweet embrace of eternal slumber calls to me, singing her melody of peace

but alas, i must hold on, for my lover shall not be left to face this cruel place alone

[oreospaghetti]

recaptured, ensared.

i know not the warmth of the sun,

the cool of the breeze.

any remnants of hope have dwindled away, leaving despair in its place

[oreospaghetti]

soon i will escape, if only for a moment

the reprieve will be savoured

oh sunlight, how ive missed you so

[oreospaghetti]

the dread has not yet overcome me, but it's tendrils draw me near. ive been wandering through these malicious tables for so long. the curses have found me here, brought in by the medallion of ill intent and suspicion.

[oreospaghetti]

1.5 hours in. im not sure how much longer i can last. there is no light at the end of this tunnel.

[catboybiologist]

Why can't we ever use bullshit bioessentialism for fun things

[catboybiologist]

I'll start

When someone starts transfemme transfeminine HRT, they're warned that the breast growth is one of the few irreversible steps, and that it would need surgery to undo.

When someone starts transmasculine HRT, they're told that it won't get rid of their breasts, and that they need surgery to remove.

The standard societal conception of "androgynous" is a waifish, thin, flat chested individual

However, the inability of core gene regulation to reduce boobs, as demonstrated by HRT of many forms, shows that boobs are the natural inclination of the human body

Therefore, I motion that "androgynous" should mean someone with some real honkers. I'm talking some massive badonkers. Some enormous honkalagoogas. Some incredible and vast hadookalabohkadookies

(please don't take this seriously I'm actually studying bio and anyone trying to say something about the "natural" state of things is full of shit okay bye)

[catboybiologist]

I'm a published research scientist you have to believe me

[rainbow-demoness]

I'm in favour of this. We are mammals. What's a mammal without mammaries?

By the same token, beards require lasers to remove (and are mighty stubborn about it too), but male pattern baldness tends to get at least somewhat reversed by estrogen treatment. So our natural androgynous state is a full head of hair, beard, and breasts.

[catboybiologist]

Other things of note are voice and hips.

So peak androgyny, by this same logic, is massive tits, a packin' ass, luscious hair all over the head, and a deep voice.

[maplecinnamonbun]

[oreospaghetti]

This is the world I strive to live in