⦺ irick 🐁🐈⚩ @Irick@vulpine.club

Hey: DId you know? Mittens can be hard to deal with.

But we get it. We will do our best not to take anyone needing to block or silence us personally. You do what you need for you. We will always offer mitten hugs if you decide you can deal with us again.

We can be very intense about the things we believe in, and we are proud of that, but we are also not mind readers and do not expect you to communicate the specifics of your situation to us when you are hurting or intimidated.

But we will always listen, and we will always love you.

John Conway has passed due to Covid-19.
I am changing my avatar to mark his passing and celibrate his contributions.

Hi! I'm Irick.
I'm a genderqueer mitten (any pronoun), born in 1991. I grew up in the online sphere fluidly within the #furry fandom #and hacker subcultures. I majored in #ComputerScience and really enjoy #ludology. I am a #hermetic #mage, relationship anarchist, and #pural. I love #puns, #computers, #cyberspace, the #fediverse, good stories and probably you.

@ira is my headmate :)

#Introductions

*sits on the TL*
Meow.

*walks up to the mic*
Excuse me. I can't stop thinking about @alexpenclaw 's new 'sona biting my neck. Thank you, have a great rest of your day.

Centralization is always the quickest way to ensure that you are suseptable to hegemonic influence.

So I'm trying to live on a Pinebook Pro for a bit, develop some better software habits.
Found this command line mastodon client I'm kinda in love with called tut.
I'd highly recomend it <3

Hello fediverse!

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_muOJxRmVB5mSrCNYEHU_g2vr6t6FprlmM
OKAY, I FEEL CALLED OUT.

going to try computing from my pinebook pro for a bit. looks like the drivers have come a long way!

*takes the mic*
*clears throat*

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box

Bela Lugosi's dead

I do not know who you are, but I love you.

It is the only way to love anymore.

We are all conjurors now, singing into existence wondrous beings within the realities of the noosphere.

Identity is an artform, but the artifice of authenticity shines through as the prevalent genre.

I choose to be authentically artificial.
I choose to point to the wires of my marienette.
I choose to love you even though I will never know you.

Because this is the only love we can ever receive in truth:
Unconditional to our performance of self, universal in scale.

I love you, and will keep loving you, until the last photon decays.

Mine is the generation that survives, not through our strength but because it is the only thing left to do. We sit and watch the dying world as the embers we spit cool to ash. It is only in the intensity of the act that we can yet grasp at the flames of life. All other sources of meaning have been stolen from us to be sold back to us by the injustices that seek above all truths to consume and grow. We are an always-generation, because the giants killed the future and the past exists only to be resold to us as nostalgia. We exist in no-places because we can't afford the rent otherwise.

I just hate living in my brain sometimes? Like. cool, I can't process stuff realtime, but I can definitely process it after, and then I get stuck into paralysis loops of indignation and behavioral pattern recognition.

Autism is a spectrum and I inhabit a tiny portion of it. My experience is not universal, but it sure does suck to suck.

Here is a bit of a brainfuck: If I think my behaviors are going to continuously stress someone out, should I just end the friendship now, let them think whatever narrative fits with their lived experience of me. Or should I: appoligize, promise to change parts of me that even after decades of recognizing and wanting to change have remained present in the full knowlege it's probably a lie. Or do I explain this situation, and let them determine their level of engagement...

I mean it's the last one, yeah? But like. It took me until I wrote it to realize it *sigh thumps head about the wall*

Tired. How's fedi?

Having one of those "super lonely for no reason" moments.

*flops*

Dancing with my headmate to https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=lbSmE5ZwqvE
It's not often we agree on musical tastes. >.>

So.

This is the fediverse. It has great potential in allowing us to create a space outside of the pernicious logic of surveillance capitalism. It also resists massive parasocial celibertitization.

It is a vast network of community run infrastructure, mostly done with volunteer labor from people who are generally doing so either for their friends or for the community they've managed to cultivate. That doesn't make them any better or worse than anyone else, but it does make them present.

This is the fediverse. Even our celebrities are not unapproachable gods and that's by design. Act like it.