It sucks, because she complemented my skin/face, and even offered to do a "curly girl" hairstyle for me. I'm not out to anyone in the family, and it kinda hurts as I think she would 180 on all that if I came out.

Since she's a bit rattled, she's going to be staying in town for Thanksgiving. I was also staying in town due to work. I wanted to be nice, so I offered to do Thanksgiving with her. At least we're doing it at her place this year, so I don't have to stash anything.

So I got asked to stop using the women's restroom at work yesterday. This is already transphobic, but with where I live I was expecting this honestly. I'm also not very far in my transition so wearing typical work clothes just makes me look like a dude with long hair. Really getting depressed by those twink death memes I've seen rn because I was so much cuter when I came out.

Anyways, the point where it goes from uncomfortable but bearable to pissing me off to the absolute extreme is when the manager said "We have minors that work here so we have certain liabilities". I straight up responded saying "You just implied that I'm a threat around minors and I don't appreciate that". Instantly backpedaled and gave all the normal lib platitudes. I'm still fucking pissed, because why else mention the minors in that conversation? Unless you think I'm unsafe around minors, you wouldn't mention minors. I don't even work with the minors of the restaurant, they're all in school while I work the mornings on mostly weekdays.

I also know that certain staff don't like me now based off this, because it was some staff complaining. I'm gonna start being the person I want to be at work, and I'll just fucking deal with it. I'm going to lose my shit at these people next time they're blocking my station doing jack shit because I know it was them. They won't even look at me. I was super nice this whole time, but I'm done being nice to people that secretly hate me all while depending on my labor.

Because I'm silly, the best I can describe it as, is "Neon Genesis Evangelion, but with the viscera and queer dials cranked to 11" pretty much. So it's huuuuge biomechs (here "GAIGA") piloted by traumatised youths, deploying to battle whatever ANTI-GAIGA are. Presumably the establishment is running some kind of terrible scheme behind the scenes, but the pilots end up with DSTP (Despair Syndrome with Temporal Purge, subtle I know) pretty much reliably as a result of piloting, and after a lil worldbuilding (as a treat) the story picks up following Vellus, post-discharge from the academy of tight plugsuits after she accidentally maims her ex-girlfriend when her gaiga goes ballistic due to some new modification. She hangs out with her new sister-girlfriend, Isidol.

I always thought what NGE needed was for the mechs to be giant feral women with chastity cages, yeah. This is the correct way to build on the genre

Psycho Nymph is all sludge and goo and black bile and mild psychidelia, DSTP can manifest as many symptoms, from excess foreign fluid (DSTP-Black emerges as a slimy fluid from the orifices) to weird skin moisture things (DSTP-Clear (type B) condenses, vapors, or frosts on the body. Reports of eye-based DSTP-Clear leakage are unsubstantiated.) to Pheromone Poisoning (You will know.) to multiple pupils. (Vellus has three irises in each eye. You can’t see them all when her eyes are narrowed, like if she’s tense or tired or horney. Right now Isidol reflects in all six of Vellus’ pupils.) sic btw, no idea why the word is spelt "horney" persistently.

There's almost no hard technology either, though; the helmets and plugsuits seem to be it, and for everything else from joysticks ("She fingers the joystick, sculpted from a neural stem. It tenses under her grip like a clit.") to public internet-y wall jacks (more like a squishy orifice) it's not exactly squeamish but it is very fleshy and fluidy. Very cool.

I'm only like 50 pages in, of uh 120? but I'm excited to read more today and subsequently poke around online about it. I'm certain everyone else will have much more intelligent views on it, me I'm just taking in all the new smells and sensations. I noticed that putting several chapters of sickly gore-y weird body horror

She’s almost got a nice image together of a taller woman kissing her on the forehead, drowning her in musky torrents of hair, arms wrapping around her once, then twice, then endlessly, a bandaging repetition. The image shatters as a beam of DSTP-Orange blasts through the roof of her apartment, illuminating it like a muddy, humid cave full of fire. Dormant memories hatch all over her body.

right before the one beautiful moment of chill peaceful contented T4T cuddling, the latter feels even more like a respite from everything else:

Isidol wraps herself over me tight as a blanket, a toasty momcave. Even as I melt into the mattress, I know she isn’t asleep, or even resting. I imagine her face as a machine gun nest on the hill of my shoulder. What is she watching for? She must be guarding me against psychic evil, because my head is golden and warm and empty. Under her aura I fall asleep without fear.

It kinda fucks, I'm a big fan. It tickles my nerve endings and lights shit up in my brain just right. It's about trashgirls living on the edge of society being mobbed for the crime of attempted survival. It is about girls in trouble. it is about blood. Surprisingly thpugh I haven't put on any Rooks while reading, maybe I should try Void Fantasy tbh.