SludgerSlipfwysh

mammal-mollusk sowslug

  • shi/hir, it/its, they/them

Shape-shifty mutant chimera hermaphrodite. Problematic garden pest. American badger kinnie. That rotten tranny faggot cockroach queer.

I'm pro-kink and don't take kindly to kink-shaming or antis. If you can't get along with paraphilic people you might just be a bigot. Cohost was not pro-kink, and that's bad.

You can message me on Telegram @ Sludger_Slipfwysh



Quietly pondering on past hardships and how they've either been coincident with or partly responsible for my social withdrawal.
Several years ago I felt free and peppy, and was more of a social butterfly, but it was a pre-transition time and I had my own private space to recuperate from. Even though I wasn't doing so well emotionally then, I think maybe I was more at ease.

Hopeful to get back there. I feel like I'm still doing cool stuff and making nice with people, but I feel less motivated in the general sense. I used to write smutty microfic almost every week, I roleplayed more, and I just generally felt brighter in spite of my circumstance. I have less of my needs met nowadays and I'm thinking that has a good bit to do with it; still reeling and kinda wondering what the road to feeling better looks like.


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