Angela Quinton @aquinton@computerfairi.es

The longing is here. The pull to align my form with a grid that I can see and feel but never reach. My muscles quiver and ache for an effort they crave to endure. My tongue glides over the edges of maddeningly dull teeth. I can feel it all in every cell and see it if I close my eyes. Go back to sleep Angela. Maybe this time when you awaken it will be true

It’s not entirely jealousy. It’s more that the experiences, values, and challenges being discussed are from frames of reference so unlike my own that I could more easily relate to digital noise. Yet my engagement and investment are presumed because I’m “part of the community”.

Follow @mavica_again imo

10 months out of the year, the thing that annoys me the most about being queer is seeing self-deprecating posts from tall shapely dark-haired trans women with perfect bone structure who fuck a lot and have book deals. The other two months, it’s posts about Pride

Zelda, mournfully: “Witness the blood moon's rise. When its red glow shines upon the land... the aimless spirits of slain monsters return to flesh.”

Me, clawing my way out of a swirling red vortex of smoke: “cool”

imo a monster should bite me really hard in a non-vital area

practicing radical self-care by unfollowing nice but annoying people on multiple platforms. "if it sucks, hit da bricks”

My wife surprised me with belated birthday art: a #werewolf #tf sequence we joked about in February that I forgot about until she sent me these at 4am. Here's me as a powerful 1986 business executive whose fantasy mobile phone failed to remind her about the imminent full moon.

This is Succession, to me

I should be paid $125,000 USD yearly to put on my werewolf suit and just walk around. I can explain this to any skeptical business dweebs by saying something like “causing a commotion is good for the economy”

Creature Design Challenge: Don’t Just Put Horns or Antlers on a Wolf (impossible)

The heat, direct sun exposure, and reliance on water and salt tabs were all working against me, but Coach wanted 5 hours of solid effort, and I think I provided.

I've put off today's long run for three hours, which is 60% of the amount of time I'm supposed to run.

In the dark I am the right shape

Today while I was out running an errand, I saw a femme person whose shape, comportment, and wardrobe were all exactly what I wish I could be/have/wear as a human. That she was 20 years younger than me and also did not have her skeleton warped by The Wrong Puberty did occur to me, but not before I felt a wave of envy and self-loathing as sharp and disfiguring as a scalpel.