Minuscula Sed Ferox
(Icon Art by Lindsay Small-Butera)
You can instantly tell whenever I’m posting from work, because the content is always anti-establishment screeds, cynical, depressing observations, or self-loathing.
With the current socioeconomic system determining human worth as utility towards the capitalist hegemony, it’s no wonder we’re all calling ourselves garbage and slime.
"Don’t be afraid to make mistakes!"
*can’t find new job*
*can’t make rent*
*pushed out of housing*
*hungry, filthy, no shelter*
"How did you get into this mess, what were you thinking?"
My sexual dreams never had the tendency to shift into unpleasantness before now, and I’m not sure if it’s just because I don’t have complete control of my living space, so I’m unconsciously paranoid about who accesses it, or if my estimation of my own sensual prospects is so bleak that my own mind is preventing me from indulging.
I think I could pass up Science’s Greatest Dick for a robot with a really good personality. I mean, that’s my problem now as it IS. My Bad Dragon toy is pretty spectacular, but even a round with it is starting to feel pretty hollow in the aftermath.