Hi! I’m a purple bunny on the internet. Welcome to my profile. In short: I’m european, adult, disabled, neurospicy, trans feminine, and your ever aspiring good girl. :3

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Cake day: August 7th, 2025

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  • As weird as this sound as a sales pitch, this is a sales pitch. This is just AI hype and nothing else. The only way AI is gonna kill us all is if we put it in charge of absolutely everything and it will accidentally kill us all by its sheer incompetence because AI is not AI, it’s just a bunch of glorified algorithm strapped together with molten shit and duct tape.

    These tech bros are just high on their own fucking copium, imagining that fucking Skynet is about to happen, when they at best just built Wheatley. AI is not gonna kill us all. We’re quite fine on that front. However, these tech bros and capitalists making the decisions will.

    Still, though, they might be right on not saving for their retirement if they continue doing these kinds of shit, because… Well, right now data centers for hallucination machines have prioritized access to water over people, it’s taking away jobs left and right, it’s scamming people… Let’s just say, I’m afraid (I hope) people may “lose patience” eventually. 🙃


  • I’m gonna double dip on this post, because I have another one to share. From the point of view of a trans feminine person, I will say this. Everything that women tell you about their experience is true, but you’ve been conditioned to believe otherwise.

    When I was still trying to be a boy, I would hear lots of women talk about how they felt and how they were treated in society. And I was believing them, but in my head, without really realizing, I was always downplaying it, thinking that they were just annoyed and overplaying what they were saying, that they were exaggerating. They’re not.

    You will get constantly interrupted. You will get followed in the street. You will be harassed by random dudes. Your experiences will be dismissed. Trying to be friend with a man will become almost impossible. People will allow themselves to openly talk about your body and your appearance. You will be on your own if something bad happens to you publicly. And you will be told to shut up and put up with it.

    When I came out as trans, I had something that lots of other transfem envy me for, which is mostly instant passing, and I understand how one can be envious of that, but that also came with the reality of all of a sudden dealing with this, full on, 100%, no time for adapting my brain to it or anything. I went from having the experience of a feminine guy in the street to the experience of a woman almost overnight. That made my social transition quite shocking and quite violent. Traumatizingly so, I would say, honestly.

    Most men, even the most scaring, even the best of allies, have no idea what women are dealing with on a day-to-day basis. It’s fucking crazy, and the reality is that even cis women don’t realize it because of the fact that it’s their whole life and they’ve internalized a lot of it.


  • That high school never ended.

    I was told that high school would be some of the best years of my life. It was some of the worst. Years later I understood that this was just a tutorial level for the rest of my life. With my first job, I understood that high school never ended. The horrible, toxic, tribal, unfair environment that you go through in high school will perpetuate in your entire life and will replicate itself in everything.

    Either you’re in the group or you’re out. That’s how it works. So, if you were the autistic weirdo that everybody harassed in high school, well… good luck for the future. :|


  • I wanted to be an artist. A concept artist. But I have some motor issues that are quite invisible when you look at me, but they do prevent me from writing with my hands, and because of that, everyone around me discouraged me from even trying.

    It’s a wound that just won’t heal for me. I have images in my head that I wish I could get out, but I can’t. Every time I try to draw, it doesn’t look like what I want and every time I do, I have the voices of the people who tell me that I shouldn’t even try because it’s not worth it and I get immediately discouraged.

    Every time I want to try and get serious about drawing, I pick it up and I last like one or two weeks max before being discouraged and giving up because I keep hearing what I’ve been told. I’ve been doing that for like 15 years now. And in 15 years I have made pretty much zero progress with the way I draw.



  • I was wearing a sports bra that gave me more of a distinct shape for passing reasons in the beginning. But after more than a year and a half on hormones, I’m starting to have pretty distinct breasts.

    I have some women around me that have pretty strong opinions about not wearing bras. And I understand. Sometimes me or the people I know get weird looks in the street because some people can see that we’re not wearing bras and there are clothes and… I don’t think this should be our problem. It sounds like it’s a problem on the people looking at us, not on us. They’re just tits, get over it.

    That being said, I don’t really have that much of a strong opinion about it, and to be completely honest, I’m not really sure what’s the point of a bra for me? I feel like they’re too small to justify wearing a bra? I’m actually not sure of when I should start, or even if I should start at all…

    It’s strange, nobody taught me these things. My body is changing and morphing and well, nobody really taught me or prepared me for any of what’s happening to me, I’m kind of like left to fend off on my own and I’m relying on my other women’s friend, whether they’re cis or trans, but some questions I’m a bit too scared of asking. Or ashamed.

    On one hand, I feel like it’s basic stuff that I should already know that on the other hand… well, it doesn’t feel basic at all. :/



  • Honestly fits the insanely and bizarrely beloved criteria to me, personally. I’m sorry people, but I really don’t get it.

    My second guess would have been someone, like, Gabe Newell. And, uh, if it’s the person, yeah, I wouldn’t say it, too. Like, that would attract the ire of Gamers™, and honestly, fuck 'em. But I don’t want to have to deal with him.



  • Oh, fuck it’s a woman, I’m sorry, my misandry (/misogyny) got the best of me I guess. Not proud of that. :|

    I guess that’s what I get for reacting to the headline without reading the fucking article, don’t I? Trying to be better at that. I just reacted quickly because like, at this point, I’ve read so many of these.

    I don’t even know if I can bear to read another one of these people just getting exactly what they voted for and being shocked by it. It’s infuriating when I know that it fucked the lives of so many people who tried to warn them, but they didn’t listen.


  • Must be difficult for your son to have such a dickhead as a mother. You voted to fuck over immigrants, to fuck over black people, to fuck over trans people, and now, you’re surprised they also want to fuck over the one minority you care about…

    I’m sorry, were you too busy being excited hearing about the deportations and the “two gender” bullshit to hear the part that actually affected your own selfish interests? Wanted to fuck over everyone else but those you care about and now you’re big sad and feeling betrayed?

    Aww, my poor, poor conservative learning the same god damn lesson every time you get what you think you want but never learning from it, must be hard for you, now you’re gonna have to deal with the misery you wished upon everyone but you…

    I hope your son gets the help he is OWED, but you’re the one that treated it as a privilege to take away. He got what you wanted. It wasn’t a fucking asterisk at the end of the contract written in 2pt, it was written in giant fucking neons.

    Your son deserves all the help he can get, dignity is owed to everyone. Let’s start with a better mother.





  • I didn’t have the language for it, but I knew something was wrong with me and the way I felt in my body and in society as soon as I was six or seven years old. Had I been given the right language to express it back then, I would have known right away, but I guess it wouldn’t have been better because, well, there’s nothing I would have been able to do about it. I didn’t know I was a girl. I just knew I desperately wanted to be one. But I could never say that to anyone.

    Still, though, I consider myself a trans kid nonetheless, just because I came out later, in my adult life, doesn’t mean that I wasn’t. I pretty much knew what I was, there was just no tolerance nor space for me to be it. And, uh, honestly? I deserved better. Much better. Instead, I’ll be spending the rest of my life dealing with the consequences of all of this…