It’s been a long day. I mediated in hopes of clearing this stress from my mind. My headmates, Tyrone and Bruhman keep stealing money from me to use for who knows what. Their male privilege is unchecked, but I don’t want to say anything because it’s not PC to tell POCs what to do.
I’ve been howling at the moon lately. I’d been thinking my catlike abilities may be morphing into a wolf. I think I might just be a hybrid mix of a Siberian Tiger and a wolf from.the game Skyrim.
Tried to apply for Section 8 for me and all my personalities. We got denied because my host body makes too much money. I hate this country. Can’t a wemyn be noticed for her transbrokeness?
I looked in the mirror. My eyes saw one thing, but I saw my true self with my heart and mind. I am an Ancient Nordic goddess. I have long green hair and no eyes, but I see through small pits in my lower back. It works out okay because my host body has real eyes that see.
That reminds me. I think tomorrow I’ll try to purchase a wheelchair. I’ve felt transabled ever since I repainted my toe nails. Hopefully, I can feel a little better about having legs if I stop using them as much. It’s so hard dealing with these things.
I touched my privates and felt so disgusted and aroused. I have a lyrrhmicyanaticle. It’s basically a tube that can go inwards or outwards depending on my mood. I don’t like and do like touching it some and all of the time.
I felt today that I might be a transhuman since I think I’m really a cyborg. I don’t have human emotion. I loathe and love everything. Ugh so much to think about.
I love having this blog. I’ll notify my personalities of it and hopefully we can all use this as a diary.