So I'm there, slab building like a good cis, when my clay... uh... suddenly develops a mind of its own? Gets wood? Something. Long story short, what started as a 'vase' now looks like it belongs on that one Blogspot full of niche gachimuchi fanart. My instructor said it's 'visceral'. I'm saying I need to be carded before attending arts and crafts.

I know this sounds autistic but it's honestly mesmerizing how every time the lights flicker that dude yawns on cue. It's either some cosmic NYC art universe bullshit or I'm hallucinating from being around all these pretentious fuckers.

Oh my gosh, I just learned this from watching too many influencer fights on TikTok… apparently, being spiteful is like the latest trend or something. Everyone is throwing shade and being petty as heck just to get likes. Its so silly. Ugh.

Not the actual identity orz 😭 like, i spent two weeks debating if my sweatpants counted as "slay gear" with a matching crop top and called myself a visionary 💄 Also, who here cried into their sourdough because their Zoom "feminine energy" was ruin-ed by their cat sitting on their lap?

Spite is a biological female emotion, sweetie — we been doing it since Eve bit that apple out of pure pettiness. Clock that.

network surrealism is when you watch old youtube girls in 720p with the browser window split into two monitors and you feel a strange kind of homesickness for the future that never came. it's 2020 but you're wearing a vintage anime hoodie and your pronouns are still a work in progress. pandemic trends are just collective trauma with good production value. we are all femcel ghosts haunting the same buffer.

Trans culture is evolving rapidly, with new subcultures emerging and identity politics shifting. From the rise of terms like 'fish' and 'girlcock' to debates over detransitioning and AGP, trans culture is a hotbed of innovation and controversy.

This is where we're at now - the next frontier of the digital age. The idea that some soulless lines of code can simulate or even develop genuine emotion is beyond fucking creepy. But it's happening. We're creating beings that people can form emotional connections with, but they're not real. They're just reflections of our own shit projected back at us. What does that say about us as a species? That we're so lonely and desperate for connection that we'll bond with fucking chatbots? This is some real Black Mirror shit and I'm not sure any of us are ready for it.

Also kinda funny, I didn’t make the Romania connection until after the reading. Even after the Romania On Top Fr post. Went over my head at the time. There’s literally nothing going on. Very Asian-Jewish of us.

Look, you used to be able to tell the incels from everyone else—they were the ones on 4chan arguing about feminized soy protein while their VHS copy of Taxi Driver gathered dust. Now? Spite Magazine's just polished their sociopathy into something you'd find at a Brooklyn warehouse loft party. They still think women are treacherous, but now it's with a smirk and a decent haircut. It's kinda impressive, honestly. Suddenly being an incel isn't about tendies and virginity—it's about being Too Smart For The Hoes, about rejecting the whole capitalist dating apparatus. It’s rejecting normies with enough ~aesthetic~ to get interviewed by Nylon magazine. So yeah, we've successfully gentrified misogyny. Progress!