Presenting, My Life For The Past 6 Years

I love and respect my fellow autistic kinky trans furries and therians and systems over people who try to push for normalcy and spread puritanical anti sex views and also happen to be inherently ableist but in a "progressive" way.

My superpower is there’s a bunch of people in my head

My weakness is they all have ADHD

i never asked to be plural, but i wouldnt change it for the world.

i cant imagine a better group of people to share my life with.

-(pilot)

HEY EVERYONE CHECK OUT MY MASSIVE P-

-air of wings

Me when I was a "singlet": I wonder if my system friends think it's cheesy when I say "ya'll" or "you guys" to them.

Me knowing I'm a system, after someone just referred to us as "you guys":

about a month ago when i started to question if i was a part of a system i was really panicing about it and i remember thinking to myself "i could still repress this"

i know it probably wouldnt have worked, but even so im glad i didnt. im so very glad i didnt.

as weird and as difficult as plurality can be i like the others in here with me, i like the conversations we have and how we work together as team. i like being a part of a system.

the future is plural and so are we!

proxy system culture is a tired host

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yes i know they are absolutely amazing i love them so much already

leaned that we can basically shapshift in headspace if we want to.

of course i immediately used this new power to give myself massive wings

-(pilot)

my castmate, getting emotional on closing night: do you ever think about how we might be in this play again... but this is still the last time we'll ever be in this production, with these people at this time? and even within that, each show is the last time we'll ever do that specific performance. even within a given unique production, there are a thousand little things that are different night to night. different performance choices, different audience, different thoughts in our heads and ways we play off each other. it's like. theatre is by its nature ephemeral and there's no way to ever go back and experience that specific version of a play ever again.

me, who's lived through the time loop of this night 300 times: y'know--

i assure you, my brain contains the normal number of voices.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE NORMAL NUMBERS ONE!!