Aura V. @auravulpes@computerfairi.es

I need to fuckin' let it go. The more rational part of me knows nothing was meant by it. But gods fucking damn it. It's so damn hard when all I can do is keep coming back to it.

"The worst they can do is say no"
Ain't that a crock of shit. Oh, yeah, sure, they'll only say no. But no fucking hurts. I'd compare it to a punch to the gut, but I've punched myself there enough to be able to tell you what I'd fuckin' prefer, and guess what? It ain't being told no.

Man, rejection sensitivity is a fucking *bitch*. Someone fucking end me now.

Fucking asexuals, makin' me want garlic bread. Ugh.

It's all your faults that I made two loaves of french bread and am currently turning one into garlic bread, r/aaaaaaacccccccce. I hope you're happy with yourselves.

Me, at midnight, feeling horny, aggressive, and kinda subby: Fight me, dom(me)s! I shall be the arbiter of your worth as a dominant through testing you in the boxing ring!

Me, having forgotten that stamina and cardio were never my strong suit and it's actually been a while since I last worked out, deciding to go on a jog: OH GODS. WHY ON EARTH DO MY LUNGS FEEL LIKE THEY'RE ON FIRE?! WHY ARE MY LEGS SO WEAK?! WHY IS MY EVERYTHING SO WEAK?! WHY AM I SO WOBBLY?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

Me, realizing that assuming the second scenario isn't the one that comes to pass, I could get a robotic version of Aura, allowing me to literally fuck myself: 😮

Me, also realizing that he's canonically sentient, making it kinda wrong to get a sexbot version of him that's not sentient:

Me, realizing that sexbots are becoming a thing, allowing me to have a real-life version of a robotic anthro wolf OC of mine with all kinds of exotic penis modifications:
Me, realizing that I actually probably won't get that, because sexbots are going to be targetted largely, if not exclusively, at cishet men and thus will largely, if not exclusively, be predesigned, conventionally-attractive, cishetallo women:

Incidentally, if you can't defeat *me*, quite possibly one of the weakest, most masochistic, most willing subs you'll ever meet, in a boxing match or an MMA fight, what on Earth are you doing calling yourself a dom(me)?! Like, come on!

Those are probably the worst four lines of song I have ever written. They're not bad. They're just...bad, you know?

🎵 If you wanna be my lover,
Meet me in the ring
Dominate me, baby
Make me your plaything 🎵

Turns out, I don't have to reinstall everything from source. Told you it'd be worth it!

In my quest to get my system set up how I want it, I have broken my system in such a way that I can't have all the applications I want to have installed installed at the same time without building them from the ports tree. I swear, though, this will be totally fucking worth it...

I hope...

I mean, it's not really a surprise. There's a nice bit carved out of my desk from me playing with a pocket knife, my computers tend to be broken just from me screwing around, and when I was, like, 10, I had a multitool that my parents cut the knife off of that had a pair of scissors. I ended up using those scissors to start cutting into a seatbelt in the back of my dad's truck.

I can't really be trusted with anything. I just put a used spark plug into a power screwdriver like it was a bit and started drilling into the drywall of my apartment. I see why my parents never let me have a knife on my multitools and were always weary about letting me use power tools growing up. It's not that I would hurt myself. It's that I would end up destroying stuff that they needed

Honestly, it's tagged that no one on Computer Fairies needs to hear this, but I'm honestly not sure if the people on Mastodon who need to hear this actually will.
Still, it bears saying.