the other day i was taking out the most valuable parts of my pc in order to mail it, and as i did so i recalled some of the machine-thirsty girlies i knew in my ecosystem on the other site, and i felt maybe too self-conscious about the way i was womanhandling the machine as i proceeded to straddle it and reach for the tiny screws, which i proceeded to twist and pull each with a gentle finality, and then i pressed my fingertips down on one side and dragged so i could slide off the side panel, after which i lifted her into my lap to get at the different bits on the inside.
this way of thinking is not my own but ive been cursed with it for my anthropology