Pines
@oldpines.bsky.social
45 | he/they | pan
Just a married genderquizzical tree with a transmasc sapling in college, living on the high plains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Once a writer, sometimes a puma, always a tree. Paganish.
Just a married genderquizzical tree with a transmasc sapling in college, living on the high plains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Once a writer, sometimes a puma, always a tree. Paganish.
Have your cunt and serve it too
January 15, 2026 at 6:08 AM
Have your cunt and serve it too
Your monkey brain, dick hidden in the hopefully waterproof internals of a Gateway with clappable cheeks, suddenly has to come to terms with a lot. A Lot.
Plus, a faceless stranger half a world away is sitting in their living room in a VR headset with blue balls, waiting on hold with tech support.
Plus, a faceless stranger half a world away is sitting in their living room in a VR headset with blue balls, waiting on hold with tech support.
January 14, 2026 at 11:06 PM
Your monkey brain, dick hidden in the hopefully waterproof internals of a Gateway with clappable cheeks, suddenly has to come to terms with a lot. A Lot.
Plus, a faceless stranger half a world away is sitting in their living room in a VR headset with blue balls, waiting on hold with tech support.
Plus, a faceless stranger half a world away is sitting in their living room in a VR headset with blue balls, waiting on hold with tech support.
Companion androids that can be occupied and controlled by another person remotely.
Why is that a Horror? Let’s say you get chummy with your fuckable chat bot and get right into The Business. You and your technologically astral projected international friend are going at it.
Their service drops.
Why is that a Horror? Let’s say you get chummy with your fuckable chat bot and get right into The Business. You and your technologically astral projected international friend are going at it.
Their service drops.
January 14, 2026 at 11:06 PM
Companion androids that can be occupied and controlled by another person remotely.
Why is that a Horror? Let’s say you get chummy with your fuckable chat bot and get right into The Business. You and your technologically astral projected international friend are going at it.
Their service drops.
Why is that a Horror? Let’s say you get chummy with your fuckable chat bot and get right into The Business. You and your technologically astral projected international friend are going at it.
Their service drops.
Yeah, the thumb-reachable post button is still on mine, too. Thankfully.
January 14, 2026 at 10:55 PM
Yeah, the thumb-reachable post button is still on mine, too. Thankfully.
Tech bros read Hitchhiker’s Guide and didn’t realize that the Heart of Gold was meant to be obnoxious and off-putting.
January 14, 2026 at 10:50 PM
Tech bros read Hitchhiker’s Guide and didn’t realize that the Heart of Gold was meant to be obnoxious and off-putting.
I'm not gonna ask for support or donations anymore. Thanks to the handful who have helped out thus far. You kept gas in our vehicles and food in our fridge for a short time. That generosity hasn't gone unnoticed. I love you all.
January 14, 2026 at 6:04 PM
I'm not gonna ask for support or donations anymore. Thanks to the handful who have helped out thus far. You kept gas in our vehicles and food in our fridge for a short time. That generosity hasn't gone unnoticed. I love you all.
It's to the point where I'm going to have to start cancelling medical appointments out of inability to cover copays. So, maybe everything will just work out when a brain bleed sends me into a ditch.
January 14, 2026 at 6:04 PM
It's to the point where I'm going to have to start cancelling medical appointments out of inability to cover copays. So, maybe everything will just work out when a brain bleed sends me into a ditch.
Nothing of particular value will be lost. If I ever write again, it'll go on SoFurry or FurAffinity. I'm not holding my breath.
I'm so tired, and everything is so fucking hard right now. I don't know how long I'll have a car or a house. Thinking about writing feels childish.
I'm so tired, and everything is so fucking hard right now. I don't know how long I'll have a car or a house. Thinking about writing feels childish.
January 14, 2026 at 6:04 PM
Nothing of particular value will be lost. If I ever write again, it'll go on SoFurry or FurAffinity. I'm not holding my breath.
I'm so tired, and everything is so fucking hard right now. I don't know how long I'll have a car or a house. Thinking about writing feels childish.
I'm so tired, and everything is so fucking hard right now. I don't know how long I'll have a car or a house. Thinking about writing feels childish.
If the courier’s cute enough, they might get the code.
January 13, 2026 at 9:13 PM
If the courier’s cute enough, they might get the code.
Damned shame. I hope there’s room for a resolution, not just for your sake but for the sake of any who have to work under those conditions.
January 13, 2026 at 6:06 AM
Damned shame. I hope there’s room for a resolution, not just for your sake but for the sake of any who have to work under those conditions.
I’m only familiar with health and safety in the U.S. Does NZ have a government health and safety organization for dealing with workplace issues?
January 13, 2026 at 1:17 AM
I’m only familiar with health and safety in the U.S. Does NZ have a government health and safety organization for dealing with workplace issues?
I look forward to the surprise and delight when I stumble upon this new trove of joy.
January 12, 2026 at 1:31 PM
I look forward to the surprise and delight when I stumble upon this new trove of joy.
The whole East Mountain stretch was so pretty at dawn yesterday. Driving up 41 to Santa Fe with the coral pink light painting the snow dappled slopes put a huge smile on my face.
January 9, 2026 at 8:42 PM
The whole East Mountain stretch was so pretty at dawn yesterday. Driving up 41 to Santa Fe with the coral pink light painting the snow dappled slopes put a huge smile on my face.
I mean…yeah, that’ll do it.
January 9, 2026 at 2:54 AM
I mean…yeah, that’ll do it.
Oh, shit…I might be a mountain wyrm.
January 8, 2026 at 10:39 PM
Oh, shit…I might be a mountain wyrm.
I think I may have been addressing my grumpiness all wrong…
January 8, 2026 at 10:12 PM
I think I may have been addressing my grumpiness all wrong…
Similar to that moment of unplugging your phone from your car to get out and getting blasted with the much louder audio of the radio.
January 8, 2026 at 10:05 PM
Similar to that moment of unplugging your phone from your car to get out and getting blasted with the much louder audio of the radio.