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mothpiss - gender collector, transfem respecter

mid-20s, 🇩🇿, they/he [aro t4t butch feminist]

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moffpiss !!! 🫖🌾 @mothpiss.bsky.social · Mar 24

also a pair of mlm + wlw coded pieces right next to each other <3

[Endymion & La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente]

(for music)

The apple trees are hung with gold,
And birds are loud in Arcady,
The sheep lie bleating in the fold,
The wild goat runs across the wold,
But yesterday his love he told,
I know he will come back to me.
O rising moon! O Lady moon!
Be you my lover’s sentinel,
You cannot choose but know him well,
For he is shod with purple shoon,
You cannot choose but know my love,
For he a shepherd’s crook doth bear,
And he is soft as any dove,
And brown and curly is his hair.

The turtle now has ceased to call
Upon her crimson-footed groom,
They grey wolf prowls about the stall,
The lily’s singing seneschal
Sleeps in the lily-bell, and all
The violet hills are lost in gloom.
O risen moon! O holy moon!
Stand on the tope of Helice,
And if my own true love you see,
Ah! if you see the purple shoon,
The hazel crook, the lad’s brown hair,
The goat-skin wrapped about his arm,
Tell him that I am waiting where
The rushlight glimmers in the Farm.

The falling dew is cold and chill,
And no bird sings in Arcady,
The little fauns have left the hill,
Even the tired daffodil
Has closed its gilded doors, and still
My lover comes not back to me.
False moon! False moon! O waning moon!
Where is my own true lover gone,
Where are the lips vermilion,
The shepherd’s crook, the purple shoon?
Why spread that silver pavilion,
Why wear that veil of drifting mist?
Ah! thou hast young Endymion,
Thou hast the lips that should be kissed!

My limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For calling on my Lady’s name
My lips have now forgot to sing.

O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
Strain for my Love thy melody,
O Lark sing louder for love’s sake,
My gentle Lady passeth by.

She is too fair for any man
To see or hold his heart’s delight,
Fairer than Queen or courtezan
Or moon-lit water in the night.

Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!)
Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
Of autumn corn are not more fair.

Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain,
Are tremulous as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain.

Her neck is like white melilote
Flushing for pleasure of the sun,
The throbbing of the linnet’s throat
Is not so sweet to look upon.

As a pomegranate, cut in twain,
White-seeded, is her crimson mouth,
Her cheeks are as the fading stain
Where the peach reddens to the south.

O twining hands! O delicate
White body made for love and pain!
O House of love! O desolate
Pale flower beaten by the rain!

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Low Density Dotted

@lowdensitydotted.bsky.social

If twink was a state of mind and/or performative label we would help a lot of people with eating issues in the community. I mean, I wanna get old without stressing about a normal middle age belly

December 30, 2025 at 1:10 PM

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yaoi gagarin

@mel.bzky.team

guy in the 40k universe whose job it is to go to worlds reconquered from chaos and make the call which of the spikes need to be removed for being evil and which are actually necessary (such as the teeth on cogs, the business end of forks etc.)

December 29, 2025 at 8:59 PM

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•pisscauldron•

@pisscauldron.bsky.social

i didn't understand my chemical romance until i got divorced

December 29, 2025 at 10:17 PM

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yaoi gagarin

@mel.bzky.team

when you start transitioning they tell you youre gonna upend society and defeat god and then youre 3 years in and none of that has happened but instead youve transformed into Literally Just Some Lady Who Likes Books And Cheese

December 29, 2025 at 11:51 PM

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blood-starved jules

@julesprom.bsky.social

the future rules

James Vincent @jjvincent.bsky.social · 4d

another robot highlight for 2025: man wearing humanoid mocap suit kicks himself in the balls

December 30, 2025 at 3:50 AM

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jane amber!

@androgynefiend.bsky.social

I love to see women/femmes healthily reclaiming and defining their sexualities. Hell yeah, W's in chat.

December 30, 2025 at 4:27 AM

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jane amber!

@androgynefiend.bsky.social

Something that I admire about many lesbians, particularly trans-fem & trans-masc lesbians- is the unabashed adoration of femininity and of women. It's a breath of fresh air compared to the often materialistic or chauvinistic cis-heterosexual circles, or toxic, sex-negative radfem circles.

December 30, 2025 at 4:26 AM

moffpiss !!! 🫖🌾

@mothpiss.bsky.social

misogyny really is everywhere

Yashar Ali 🐘 @yasharali.bsky.social · 1d

I am begging everyone on here to read this new post by Bryan Johnson — the super rich tech guy who is now doing the “never die” protocol.

I need to talk about it with you all.

Bryan Johnson •
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@bryan_johnson
It's been 19 days and 20 hrs since | last felt Kate's warm embrace. She landed 47 minutes ago. The 24 hours of travel no doubt has her rushing to shower. She needs to cleanse herself of a dirtied world incompatible with her sensibilities. The wash doubles as a ritual, preparatory for entrance into the symbolic world we've constructed.
The time apart has been costly. My body's electrical signaling betrays the separation. Without her touch, my vagus nerve's 100,000 myelinated fibers have dropped their high frequency spectral power, squawking distress. An intelligent system broadcasting diminished wave forms, hoping to be heard. There are other signals of distress.
My white blood cells have shifted their gene expression, upregulating pro-inflammatory genes IL-6 and TNF-alpha and downregulating my antiviral genes. A pro-aging biochemical signature of a system suffering hardship.
My environment is a pristine anti-aging laboratory. Air, water, food and light are meticulously measured. Toxins are filtered.
Purification systems run autonomously. Biomarkers tracked.
Nutrition is calibrated.
Yet outside my control is the affection of another. The 68 trillion cells that constitute Bryan Johnson run non-negotiable code.
They demand tenderness, and not of a whimsical type, but deep, all-encompassing love that must be earned and carefully maintained. Otherwise they protest in self-termination.
She's now only 13 miles away and I can viscerally feel her essence. The transmission pulses in high fidelity. As if there were a fiber optic cable streaming our connection at light speed through the multiplexed cylinders of glass. The time apart created latency, buffering the connection, depriving us of the luminescence and dimming into noise.

In 15 minutes she will be within reach. I can visualize the whites of her eyes and smell her aroma. When she arrives, she will be shy. Whenever we are apart, she returns to zero. Her previous openness will be closed. Her emotional dynamic range will be held in reserve until she feels she is safe and can trust. I'll need to kindle her again. The rush of the courtship enthralls me.
The anticipation drives a small cluster of my midbrain neurons to flood dopamine. Nerve fibers activate, lighting up my skin's receptors as it awaits for slow, caressing touch. My hypothalamus begins synthesizing oxytocin, preparing to dump it upon first eye contact to ensure the reestablishment of our pair bond. This biochemical orchestra fills me with delight and sensorial want.
Kate's been mulling over what she'll wear for days. She's considered dozens of possibilities and modeled out my anticipated emotional state, the weather, and our planned activities. The colors will be representative of her psychological state and be positioned to soothe mine. The texture, style, and hues will interplay with our biology. The deliberately chosen accessories will add flair, intrigue and play. This is how she flirts, seduces and bypasses my mind to speak directly to my physiology. She has other tricks too.
She's arrived. I must wait for her. Her timidness will want to determine the cadence. I hear the door crack open and her bag drop to the floor. She's nervous. I'm on the couch, neutral and open. She rounds the corner and our eyes meet. The inhibitions wither as the magnetism draws us together. Soft hellos are whispered and our bodies interdigitate.
I feel her finger tips on the back of my neck. Goose bumps light up my body. Skin nerve cells fire signals directly to my brain, bypassing the analytical mind. The hypothalamus dumps the oxytocin, inhibiting fear and lowering cortisol. The body washes itself in this anti-inflammatory chain reaction. Our respiration and heart beats are now synchronizing. T…

I press my cheek against hers. The skin on skin triggers a wave of desire. I brush her lips with mine, catalyzing a massive activation of neurons in her brain, overwhelming thought and forcing presence.
She relents and wants to dance. She's home.
I slip my hand under her shirt and brush the small of her back.
Goosebumps spread like a wildfire across her body. Her hypothalamus stimulates the release of GnRH which tells the pituitary gland to wake up her reproductive system. Our olfactory systems consume each other with delight, signaling immune system compatibility.
I move both my hands to her jawline, holding her head firmly in place. Our mirror neurons speak to each other. I know what she wants. My lips press against hers and I softly bite her lower lip.
Kate's blood vessels dilate from the acetylcholine and nitric oxide release, flushing her lips, skin and body. The cascade is nearing waterfall.
The executive control of our brains surrenders. No longer concerned with the 68 trillion cells. The prefrontal cortex goes dark. Eliminating future planning and probabilistic modeling.
Activity in our parietal lobes diminishes, dissolving the boundary that distinguishes between self and other. No longer is there Kate and Bryan, just a singular biological entity suspended in a state of bliss. The outside world goes quiet. It doesn't exist. We dissolve into raw existence.

December 30, 2025 at 12:07 PM

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•pisscauldron•

@pisscauldron.bsky.social

hey you up? yeah i'm thinking about a new way to do a t-test

December 30, 2025 at 7:13 AM

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LeftPeggers 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 🇵🇸

@leftpeggers.bsky.social

Burns had it right:

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.

December 30, 2025 at 8:51 AM

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Natalie Eldandil

@nataliereed84.bsky.social

Just need someone to stroke my hair and soothingly tell me it's okay to just let go and accept my murder and the respite it offers while he gazes at me with the most predatory puppy eyes you've ever seen.

December 30, 2025 at 9:13 AM

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yaoi gagarin

@mel.bzky.team

my secret hope in being polyamorous is that perchance one day a jealous yet beautiful meta will tie me to a chair and go all Armand 1973 on my Daniel Molloy

December 30, 2025 at 8:51 AM

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yaoi gagarin

@mel.bzky.team

good day, or as an Italian skeleton might say, bone giorno

December 30, 2025 at 9:20 AM

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dorkness devil: dorktide

@dorknessdevil.bsky.social

i think what gets overlooked is that part of the humor and charm of edits like these is that you're perfectly aware that someone sat down and spent their own time making it. they chose to do something cool or silly or stupid or genius, regardless of the results

that human element elevates the work