transister.social

read “soy blend” on my candle and softly gasped and whispered a femboy at him

plus he’s wearing a pink wrapper and is too hot to touch

for additional security, hold my hand

82% of comedy is confidence. i think? idk, forget i said anything that’s dumb sorry

“The young will eat the old if you let them”

yeah, i know, it’s awesome

the “I don’t really have much dysphoria” to “oohhh fuck,,, that’s what that’s about?!” pipeline

yeah I got a domain name for my username so I guess you could say things are getting pretty serious

so, being a girl’s not something i need to… ask for? or even want? i can just…

it’s something that i just discover i am?

unpopular opinion: algorithms were never the problem. the corporations are.

lauding things for a lack of algorithms, rather than a lack of capitalism, is just an echo of corporate PR

if there was no “algorithm”, everything would be equivalently shitty, in novel ways

i reply to every selfie i see on fedi, but some of these replies stay tucked away inside my head.

what happens is, i see your selfie, blurt out “what the fuck, another cute one, how is everyone so cute, the odds are astronomical… let me get a calculator”

then I set out on a side quest mission to find my TI-85

I wonder what percentage of us have sincerely thought “of course I’d love to be trans so I could be a woman but I’m not trans so welp Im a boy” and just stuck with that logical absurdity as a personal truth for waaaaaaayyyyy too long

i like taking my bra off under my shirt

just sharing in case you were interested in that information

Ginny’s improv pro-tip: if you are a cishet white dude, don’t make the choice to improvise your wedding planner character as a horribly stereotypical caricature of a queer

smh it’s offensive to people and improv

Jurassic Park is a 2 hour warning ~ do not fuck with trans folks. Because if you do, they will discover and leverage weaknesses in your IT and security infrastructure, then hunt and murder you

how did this dire message go over cis people’s heads?

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well then you fucked up

i rented my first server in 1999, but the oldest contract I could find was from 2003.

I rented a dual xeon 2.0 ghz with 512 MB RAM and a 73 GB SCSI hard drive (two discrete processors; this was before multi-core processors were readily available).

one-time setup fee: $499
monthly charge: $349.00
24-month contract term

this was a bargain at the time; i think i called in a favor or something to get a discount. it was also one of the cheapest NOCs. they had great service but really shitty cogent-only peering.

service was crucial because if a server hung or froze (not super uncommon), i filed a ticket in a web portal and waited for a human to walk to my server and push the power button a couple times. (“Good” service was ~10-20 minutes turnaround time. “Bad” was the NOCs that didnt have 24/7 hands to do the rebooting so you waited until the morning)

the most intelligent people i know will instantly and often gleefully admit they don’t know something (maybe if you push they’ll give a hypothesis loaded with caveats)

in stark contrast we have “artificial intelligence”

drag performances can be appropriative and offensive

personally, drag shows always put me on edge. because cis folks, including queers, do not know the difference. nor are they particularly good at checking in with minorities about what they’re up to

but beyond that, even shows done with consideration have a negative impact on a marginalized community

of course that’s not fair but my good bitch step into my office and let me explain a little bit about being a trans woman (I charge $200/hour)

someone weird was complaining at me about her friend group chat being too noisy, but she ignored my clarifying question (how much of it's meowing?)

if you’re curious what a movie night is like with me:

we are cuddled up together on my ugly blue couch, under a weighted lap pad and a fuzzy blanket big enough for the both of us

you ask me to pass the candy bowl, but don’t see anything you like so i lovingly hand you the candy cube (wider selection)

i lean over to grab my monster energy paradise punch and realize our faces are so close we’re almost kissing

i slowly move my head to the right and whisper into your ear

“if donnie darko was paying $200 an hour for therapy in 1988, that’s, like, over $500 after inflation. that seems expensive”

you’re flustered and unsure how to respond, i can tell. I stand up, grab your hand, and i teach you the proper way to make popcorn