play-now-my-lord

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hello, trans/nonbinary internet weirdo & shitposter emeritus frog k here. you might know me from my large collection of free fiction, my twitter/tumblr presence for the last few years, possibly my dumb ass tee shirts, etc.

i need help paying for bills, groceries, and meds this month. i've been writing to the best of my ability and i'm really hoping to have something to show for it soon, but cfs/long covid stuff have been hell despite decent results from naltrexone, and having to cold turkey a psych med that was giving me early-stage tardive dyskinesia has had me stumbling around like a drunk for months despite being stone sober the whole time. there's light at the end of the tunnel here, but in the meanwhile i gotta keep the power on and raw ingredients in the fridge.

trying to raise about $500; any help hugely appreciated <3

cashapp - $asimplefrog ko-fi (paypal redirect) - frogk

thank you all!

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due to the gut-brain axis, it's impossible to cultivate control of the brain sufficient for psychic powers and control of the diaphragm consistent with urinary continence at the same time. The most powerful espers pee themselves all the time. They view it as tied to their power, and they're right. The next time you see someone doing an omorashi routine you should watch the fuck out. They are capable of incinerating you with their mind

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frequently whether i'm flagging as a man or a woman in posts depends on the content of the bit. in all possible universes my meat is small and weak though

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the haters have entombed me in a mystical cocoon. their plan is for my flesh and spirit to transform entirely into a beautiful new creature, never before beheld by man. perfect for their cringe compilation

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breastmilk is for closers

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Look at this scar. This is proof that I was once a mother. I gave up my body and my child for my country. There is nothing left inside me now. Nothing at all. No hatred, not even regret. And yet sometimes at night I can still feel the pain creeping up inside me.

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serenely remembering the moment when isabel fall published "helicopter story" aka "i sexually identify as an attack helicopter", which instantiated harassment from her clouty new-wave scifi friends that radiated outwards into transmisogynist scifi normies and became so severe she wound up in inpatient. people took up the cause of the story in the name of "free artistic expression" and "speaking difficult truths", which was not incorrect but which was kind of missing the forest for the trees in that specific situation: the age-old game of "kill the baby trans girl out of professional jealousy, farm clout off of doing it". the roles could have been completely reversed - the transmisogynist acquaintances could have been writing edgy outsider lit and could have been encouraging mass harassment against her for being a tenderqueer sellout (i swear to god i have seen this shit too). effect would have been the same.

when trans women in FSF talk about this shit, they usually talk about it from the angles of "censorious tenderqueers tried to kill someone over a story" or, in the most sympathetic voice i've seen out of someone in journalism, "public pressure functionally forced this exciting trans writer back into the closet". but they generally miss the degree to which it was intimate, personal transmisogynist violence, which bled into and intersected with the logics of mob justice, of "community safety" (remember, part of the substance of the accusations was that she was a stealth nazi, which frankly knowing a little about both the accusers and IF herself I can say confidently was not just vacuous but knowingly vacuous, them lying through their teeth), and again, professional jealousy.

i have seen people who crowed the loudest about what got done to IF do it to other people. it's the easiest thing in the world, and it happens all the time, and you can do it whenever you want - try and have some weird tranny rival or inconvenient tranny ex-friend killed - and it engenders no moral stain, no whispers, no reputation. i think they don't even have a conception that they're hypocrites. why would they? nothing that happens to anyone like that is real. human life is cheap if it's in the wrong body. everything they hold is stolen, everything they are is negotiable, for everything they do someone else surely deserves the credit. why not you? don't you deserve it more?

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I’M CAPPED ON NUTSACKS!!!!

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me when i see a young trans girl gain popularity on the internet

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Bruno Mars would be the name of a clever roman centurion who is beloved by his soldiers for his jovial nature& fair to his prisoners while also being feared for his mastery of the battlefields of gaul

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Remember the old saying that "On the Internet, nobody knows you're a dog"?

Well some of you aren't keeping it secret very well. Everyone knows you're a good lil pup. Everyone can tell. You're gonna look so cute when you're leashed.

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life row inmate eating his first meal

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cool new Youtuber Torments being invented

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explaining the exile/avernum series to people who've never heard of it is nuts. "yeah it's an ultima clone where you bust out of prison and [redacted] the president. the prison is the hollow earth. in the sequel you go deeper into the hollow earth to meet aliens. it was a pioneer in digital distribution, back when the infrastructure was barely there and it didn't make sense. also the author used to write a column on usenet about hyperviolence and unsatisfying handjobs"

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i'm so steven universe it loops back around to ketamine

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i've spent the days resting up my bruised hip and discovered that our cat has a specific and distinctive name for my gf