Aura V. @auravulpes@computerfairi.es

A bratty, submissive hacker and her robotic domme. She reprograms her domme while she's charging to make it where she can force her domme to kneel at the push of a button. One day, as her domme gets up and starts going to punish her, she pushes the button. The domme drops to her knees, helpless before the woman she thought she had so much control over. The hacker taunts her, "Heh. Not quite as powerful as we thought, are we?"

Never had a therapist text me while I'm sitting in their lobby before. That's a new one for me.

So, how's your day going?

MY POINT BEING we should stop viewing everyone as competition who will destroy you if you don't destroy them first, and instead view others as friends with whom you can hang out and cuddle or whatever.

Or, you know, we could make this world into one where it's eat out or be eaten out. You know, if that's your thing.

You know that old saying "in this world, it's eat or be eaten"? I say we try to make this world into one where it's cuddle or be cuddled (or neither if you don't want to do either for whatever reason).

Another interesting source of validation back then was when I started learning Dutch. One of the earliest sentences I figured out was "Ik ben een vrouw," "I am a woman." It was nice to be able to reaffirm that to myself without giving it away to others. (Incidentally, another sentence I figured out was "Ik ben een sinaasappel." I'll leave it to you to figure out what that one means.)

One of my earliest sources of validation was playing Kahoot in my spanish class 11th grade year. I'd always put in my name as "KitTheKitsune" (this was back while I was thinking of going with Kit as my name). It was always nice. Eventually, iirc, I started dropping "TheKitsune" and just putting my name as Kit. It was really really nice. Mind you, this was after my teacher emphatically declared we had to use our "real name". She never really cared about me doing this, though.

"I don't care whether I should be spraying fabreeze into my hair. I'm spraying fabreeze into my hair."

Friend: Sends me "humorous" article on programming

Me: Sends back a not-insignificantly long chunk of analysis of said article, probably looking way too deep into it

I'm honestly not sure whether or not this is something my friend expected. Like, I wanna say he just expected a "lol" or something. Maybe no response. But, then, we've know each other long enough that he may have very well expected overly in-depth analysis. I have no clue.

Anyways, there's a glimpse of my life

"So over here we have the kitchen."
As the guests looked in to the kitchen, their faces dropped, seeing nothing but ovens covering every possible area. Who was this woman, and why did her kitchen only contain ovens? They would never quite get to know the answer.

"I have frozen goods. I should probably get around to putting them in the shower."

The replication crisis is a problem of capitalism. The need to earn grants and to publish "ground-breaking" research lest you lose your job means that no one really gets to focus on making sure all that older stuff gets published. You're better off trying to show some cool new fact than to replicate (or fail to replicate) something done 20 years ago.