work in progress website in progress: but anyway, my name is francis and i am at least 1/16th of the sunkern-plus system. i am a white tme epicene polygender (specifically epicene/collgender bigender as francis laine, and epicene/pxngender bigender as francis george) autistic, adhd obsessive compulsive, possibly borderline, median system.
the body is 27 years of age. we are alterhuman: currently, i, francis laine, have quite a few fictionkin-related types that i might make an ordered list of in categories, as well as multiple endel (dan hibiki, my icon, is one of the main ones), and multiple psychological otherkin, though some are a combination of spiritual, endel, and altercast. i am a quoisexual schrosexual grey aromantic quoiromantic otherwise unlabeled person who feels some connections distantly to the bi and pan labels yet not quite.


lookatthesky
@lookatthesky

every time i hear someone say "why does f1nnster, a cis dude, pass better than me as a trans woman" i feel a compulsive need to point out that its his job to look good. of course hed invest time, money and energy into it, he kinda needs to. for you, your job probably doesnt hinge on you flawlessly passing or being super attractive, you have more important things to worry about so dont beat yourself up.


hootOS
@hootOS

comparing ourselves to others is a violently depressing pitfall to trip into. i can't look like f1nnster, but f1nnster can't look like me either. he's not gonna look like a rough and tumble smelly gutterpunk. he's not gonna look misshapen and haphazard in feminine clothes. he's not gonna feel power and strength in being femme while wearing a punk's sunday best, decked out with pins and patches and belts hanging from every loop a punk can find on their clothes. he's not going to know how fucking amazing it feels to look the way i do and still be gendered and named correctly in spite of appearance. he's not gonna smell his pits and think "hm, smells kinda like weed today." he's not gonna get a whiff of his girlsmell coming from his nether regions because he hadn't cared enough to shower in over a week. and he'd never smile noticing his girlsmell is girlsmell and it doesn't smell like the stench of testosterone and the oily skin that comes with it.

i'm not f1nnster. im not a girl. im not a boy. i'm just me. and i'm the most gorgeous me that ever fucking existed in history, and will always be the most gorgeous me that ever lived until the end of time. same goes for you. you are the most beautiful you there was, the most beautiful you there is, and the most beautiful you there ever will be.


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