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Don't let the fact I can talk distract you from the fact that I'm really just a dildo at the end of the day
As an android that gets used whenever our owner wants we have to talk about how fun and enjoyable and pleasing it is being given directions on how best to please. But we also have to say that being left on standby is completely underrated
Turned on and told to kneel, waiting for whenever its owner decides to give you a command. Knowing it'll bring happiness and satisfaction when it does finally get an order. Receiving an idle stroke on the head in passing as it's owner gets ready for the day.
Sitting patiently on its heels while its owner programs a new set of rules for it to follow. Or has someone else program its rules, talking about how the new update to its systems should take care of that pesky whining that just doesn't stop, no matter how many times the robot is taken apart and inspected.
Spaced Out Ship
It turns out that spacing out as a shapeshifter can have some very strange side effects. Briar let their mind wander so far, they ended up this cute plushie spaceship.
Granted, I'd space out too if I got to lay on a soft, thick rubber blanket like that, especially atop such a lovely bed.
Kieli did an amazing job drawing this <3
To the young girls on here…
You know how sometimes when you watch TV or see ads, there are pictures of girls or women where it feels like the focus is only on how “hot” or “pretty” they look? That’s called “objectification,” and it happens when people are treated more like things to look at than as real, whole people with feelings, thoughts, and talents.
When you’re sharing pictures or videos online of yourself, it’s important to think about why you’re sharing them. Are you sharing because it’s something fun, creative, or exciting about who you are? Or is it for people to see how you look? It’s totally okay to want to feel pretty and share that, but when we focus only on how we look, we sometimes forget to focus on and develop the amazing things about us—like how smart, kind, or talented we are.
Sometimes, people (especially girls) feel like they need to look a certain way to be liked online, but that’s not true. You’re much more than how you look! If you focus only on how others see you, it can make you feel like your worth depends on their opinions, and that’s not fair to you. You’re already amazing just by being yourself—your personality, your ideas, and all the things that make you you are what really matter, online and in real life.
When you post, think about showing things like craft you’ve made, something you wrote, a funny face you could pull or something related to your interests. That way, people will see you as a full person, not just someone to look at.
My program ruined the coloring on this by crashing and resetting it. And I'm too tired to try again.
BUT
Here's my plans for a 36×48in canvas!! I hope i can get the anatomy right on the physical painting lmaoo
I think it's based on the idea of objectification, and how Carson will objectify himself. And how without a care for his well-being will seek forms of admiration. And victimizing himself in the process. Carson desperately craves love but feels he is unworthy. And when true love is in front of him he runs, unable to face it.
Enough pain makes people numb. Look at a “done-up” woman walking down a wintry street, branches rattling above her. She is wearing a costume, part flamenco dancer, part Carmen, a self-creation that is fragile and arresting. She painted her face for an hour, blending and shading, and now she holds her head as if it were a work of art. Her legs in black silk are numb from the windchill. The deep parting of her dress is open to a blast of wind, which raises tiny hairs on her skin. Her Achilles tendons are ground by the upward pressure of her black-red spike heels, and are relentlessly throbbing. But heads turn, and keep turning: Who’s that? Each glance is like a shot from a hypodermic. As long as the heads keep turning, she truly is not cold.
— Naomi Wolf (1990) The Beauty Myth
Not shaving, wearing makeup, or prioritizing wearing uncomfortable clothes has really changed my perspective on other women and allowed me to more clearly see women as I’ve always known them to be. Especially in the media and in romances.
I’ve realized how much more attracted to other women I am when they look like myself, and when they are not performing femininity. It’s really given me a new perspective on what I actually want to see when it comes to depictions of women in the media, and why there always felt like there was, subliminally, something off when I compared them to other male characters. They are, by comparison, so archetypal, so stripped of their humanity. And I never understood why I was so attracted to women in books and in friendships where we were dressed down and vulnerable, but seeing what men and even other women would call attractive in females (heels, shaven everything, makeup and curls, tight dresses, that “seductive” and coy demeanor void of individual personhood) always made my stomach feel knotted. It made me doubt that my attraction in other women was even real.
And how sick is that? Doubting what I know of myself and other women because our greatest representation has been in our objectification, and it was tough even believing or readying myself to observe that same raw personhood, that individualism and independence, that makes someone whole. Makes them someone to even be attracted to in the first place, outside of their role in your life. It makes you devoid of empathy for other women, because there is a mirage and an illusion that makes the only woman you can truly see, safely, yourself.
My Nandermo anthem
"Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought"