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astral-arbour-system · 10 months
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Sysaffefluid: Someone who's gender changes because of being in a system. Different from systemfluid as this is only one person's gender rather than a collective one.
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naptimeneos · 1 month
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⸝⸝ WH-REBOOTGENDER - image id in alt id & under cut
(media + rebootgender)
a variant of rebootgender that's linked to a specific piece of media, in this case welcome home. someone who's wh-rebootgender may feel as if their gender is linked to a rebooted version of welcome home.
coined by plush !
(alt id ; two side-by-side flags with six equal stripes. the right flag is brighter than the left flag. they consist of two palettes in a spiral shape. the first spiral is the following colours, from top to bottom: red brown, sienna, rose gold, dark blue grey, dark jungle green. on the left flag, the second spiral is the following colours: fire engine red, cocoa brown, peach orange, forest green, muted blue, dark mauve. on the right flag, the colours are colours are red orange, cadmium orange, yellow, toxic green, silk blue, light coral.)
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Sysmanoid is a neurogender and/or xenogender related to being an non-human humanoid headmate in a system. It is exclusive to systems, and may only be used by systems.
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beastiess · 1 year
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anhellgigender
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anhellgigender [an-hell-gė-gender]
“an” comes from angels, “hell” comes from Hellenism and “gi” comes from the relation to religigenders
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Anhellgi- is a religigender and xenogender exclusive to devinive systems. This label does not discriminate against systems, and any origin/source a system may have does not exclude them from this label.
Anhelligi- is a gender specifically related to and only felt by Hellenistic angels ((ellinistikoí ángeloi (ελληνιστικοί άγγελοι)) or messenger angels ((angeliafóroi ángeloi (αγγελιαφόροι άγγελοι)) of Greek origin/mythology. It is a specifically non-human gender and can only be described as “the gender of an ancient angel.” This gender may or may not feel bestowed upon the user by the gods.
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[Flag ID: A nine stripped flag with a large centre icon. They go in order of robin egg, metallic gold, medium chestnut, desert, pale mocha, desert, medium chestnut, metallic gold and robin egg. A white glow overlay radiates from the top left corner. The icon is a stretched, blank scroll topped with a pair of gold wings. They are outlined and defined with mint. End ID]
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eldorr · 1 year
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Eldriforestian
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A gender relating to being an eldritch monster/beast/abomination living in a forest.
(Exclusive to alterhumans, otherkin, extranths, and other-wise nonhumans. Which can also include neurodivergents who vibe with voidpunk. So basically Alterhuman/System/Neurodivergent exclusive. Could be a kingender, system/extranth related gender, or neurogender.)
This term was originally posted February 10th, 2022.
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Seperategenderswitch
This gender is EXCLUSIVELY for systems (people with the childhood trauma disorders called DID, OSDD, and UDD.)
This is an overarching term for when a system feels like their genders are vastly different when different people are fronting. This is a normal symptom and expirience in systems, however some systems may feel more comfortable using a general term like Seperategenderswitch to explain their genders/relationship with genders.
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plausible-fabulist · 10 months
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widespread archaeological evidence suggests that many North Americans of this era acknowledged the existence of three genders: "men", "women", and "employees only"
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theghostofbean · 9 months
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”Men think about the Roman Empire” “What’s the female version of the Roman Empire” SHUT UPPPPP. SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP. AS A WOMAN I LOVE THE ROMAN EMPIRE. AS A WOMAN I LOVE ANCIENT HISTORY AND BATTLES AND POLITICAL INSTABILITY. THE “GIRL VERSION OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE” IS THE ROMAN EMPIRE. IM GOING TO STAB YOU 23 TIMES
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ratbastarddotfuck · 1 year
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This is maybe the funniest (worst) radfem post I've come across in a while. It was a comment about cis women getting hysterectomies.
Do y'all know how many feminists have been fighting to be allowed to get hysterectomies without a) birthing (often multiple) children or b) a husband's permission? Including many people who have extremely painful and/or dangerous uterus-related conditions, like PCOS or menorrhagia? So many doctors HATE giving hysterectomies specifically because "you really should have kids first".
Also, cis men don't need to "remove their ballsack" to avoid having kids. They get vasectomies. An incredibly simple, routine procedure.
People who are getting hysterectomies are often doing so for reasons not solely related to pregnancy - if it were just about fertility, getting your tubes tied would suffice if you were averse to other forms of birth control. My mum did that after my sister was born, and then went back in for a hysterectomy a few years later because her periods were agonising. My aunty also had a hysto several years back, because not only were her periods agonising, but they would cause flare ups in some of her other conditions.
I just... how are you calling yourself a feminist while advocating for LESS bodily autonomy for women? How can you act like women are being stupid or reckless in their choice to get a hysto and not see the indescribable misogyny you're utilising?
"It's never [cis] men who remove an organ just because they don't want it" yeah, I wonder if that's because they don't have an organ that causes agonising blood loss on a monthly basis? Like... nobody's out here getting kidneys removed for fun. It's a very specific organ only being removed for very specific, personal reasons.
It's my body, not yours. Hands the fuck off.
*This post is authored by a trans person. If you're agreeing with me about this topic while being against trans healthcare, consider that your whole ideology is built in opposition to bodily autonomy for people outside your ideals of gender. Sit with that information.*
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astral-arbour-system · 8 months
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Sysfeminine, Sysmasculine, and Sysneutral - feminine, masculine, and neutral genders one identifies as due to being in a system.
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naptimeneos · 1 month
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⸝⸝ REBOOTGENDER (system) - image id in alt id & under cut
a system-specific variant of rebootgender. a gender influenced by being a product of rebooted media. this could mean your source is a piece of rebooted media, or that your identity is tied to the concept of reboots.
coined by plush !
(alt id ; two side-by-side flags with six equal stripes. they are divided into two halves along its diagonal. the left triangle's stripes are the following colours, from top to bottom: red brown, sienna, rose gold, dark blue grey, dark jungle green. the right stripes. on the left flag, the right triangle's stripes are the following colours: fire engine red, cocoa brown, peach orange, forest green, muted blue, dark mauve. on the right flag, the right triangle's colours are red orange, cadmium orange, yellow, toxic green, silk blue, light coral.)
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meshaamem-li · 5 days
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"we need weirder queer identities" y'all can't even handle queer mascs
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7greentears · 2 years
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I’m normal about them I swear.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 months
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I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR SQQ HE LOOKS SO FUCKINH DONE WITH LIFE
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The recipe for SQQ is: calm on the outside, screaming on the inside.
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owlmylove · 11 months
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i don’t know if i dreamed this thought or not but recently i read the most heartwrenching romantic story from a woman’s perspective and it was written by a man. and i read the most excruciating description of being a son and it was written by a woman. and yes the profundity of experience is irrespective of gender but it also has me thinkin abt that “there’s no man quite like a woman” quote and how we understand each other’s shared experiences far better than most think. but there is something about that longing searching quality of trying to imagine across a societal divide; drawing closer to recognizing one another in a truer sense even if we’re taught there is nothing recognizable in each other. there’s a terribly tragic tenderness in the hard work of human connection
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ghouljams · 3 months
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“#distribution system is a pillow Princess/sub!ghost fic”
😳 h-holy shit. I think the world went white when I read this. Like a flash bang went off. Oh my god.
You hold his face between your hands, your thumbs gently stroking over his scarred cheeks. Your eyes are so soft, they look at him like he's something fragile, something precious. Ghost holds your wrists like a lifeline, desperately begging to be grounded in this moment. Your lips move without sound, he wishes he could hear it, could hear your voice like the trumpets of revelations. The light shines behind your head like a halo, it must be a halo, divinity shining through your skin. Everything hurts.
"Stay with me," He begs, his throat dry and his bones aching.
"Of course," You pet over his buzzed hair, your voice as soft as early spring, "I'm not going anywhere."
You kiss his temple, let him settle his hands on your waist and lean into the touch, hungry for it. You're not going anywhere. He's not either, this is the last stop. He can just be here. Ghost traces his fingers over your skin with reverence, his eyes on yours as you tip his head back. It's good, you're finally in your rightful place over him, larger than life in all your kindness. He could let you swallow him whole, he wishes you would. Then he could be a part of you, a part of something worthwhile, something good and kind. Whatever he's done in life-
"Stay with me Simon," You murmur, as if he'd ever want to be anywhere else. Of course, he wants to echo, of course. You lean to brush your lips over his cheek, it hurts, white hot just under his eye. You slice your line through him, ask again, your voice so distant and yet so close beside his ear, "Stay with me."
His lips move around your name, breathe in, exhale. His hands hold you, drag over your skin as he tips his head to press his lips against your neck. Can he have this? Is this allowed? Are apostles meant to worship their god through such sinful means? He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing his fingers through the wet heat he finds there. You're so soft.
You whine, such a pretty noise, and he kisses you again. He mumbles your name against your skin, traces his lips against your pulse, desperate to feel your life. Everything he does is for you, every breath he takes, every beat of his heart, each blink, each touch of his fingers. Nothing matters to him like you do. You're so warm, dripping over his hand, the noises your sweet pussy make when he presses his fingers into you are perfect, and obscene.
"My Simon," You breathe, "You're so good for me." It hurts between his ribs, cracks his sternum, you could take him apart with so many words. "You never tell me what you want," You coo, "Never ask for anything."
"Want to make you come," He mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain of it, he doesn't deserve to ask for your love, but he can approximate it, "want to be useful to you."
"You are, Simon," You whisper, he jerks against you at the jolt that goes through him, "because I love you."
It spins in his mind like tires stuck in mud. It's not right. He wants it too badly for it to be right. You couldn't. Even when he was leaving you couldn't. Ghost swallows. It's cold in here.
He blinks his eyes open to a hospital ceiling. Everything hurts. He reaches his hand to feel whatever is covering his left eye with a grunt of pain. His fingers twitch and another sharp jolt of pain zips through him.
"I wouldn't," Price tells him. Ghost turns his head to look at him, adjusting to the new blind spot. He's sitting in an arm chair beside the hospital bed, his chin perched on his palm, fingers curled over his mouth and leg bouncing. Ghost wonders how long it's been since his last cigar. Price sniffs. "Down two fingers, gonna hurt for a while."
Ghost turns his head to look back at the ceiling. The fluorescents buzz, a whine only he ever seems able to hear. At least the sky would've been a nice thing to end on.
"Nearly lost you on the table," Price continues, Ghost can hear him standing, "I'll let the nurse know you're up."
Ghost swallows again, tries to feel his tongue in his mouth, so dry it may as well glue itself to his teeth. "Where's my wife," He croaks. Price's footsteps stop, something heavy falling over the air. There are a thousand things he could say, a thousand comforts he could offer.
"You're not married," He tells him, and leaves.
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