Mossy Feathers (She/They)

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Cake day: July 20th, 2023

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  • Aside from being a bullpup and the clumsiness of trying to load two independent tube mags, what’s wrong with it? I’m not expecting to storm a fortified position; I’m only expecting to use it for self-defense and I highly doubt I’d need to go through both mags in such a situation (if so then I’d probably be fucked either way) so reloading shouldn’t be a problem. Bullpup is bullpup *shrug*. The other option is some form of semi-auto shotgun like a Saiga-12 that I can buy a drum mag for.

    I’m not really interested in a rifle or pistol. Not really interested in something that can penetrate multiple walls and potentially end up in my neighbor’s neighbor’s wall. If I end up actually getting organized with a group then that’d change, but my modus operandi right now is to put my head down until I’m in a more secure environment; which means basically a shotgun because that seems like the ideal self-defense weapon for a home environment.




  • Thanks. It wasn’t the reaction I was expecting, kinda the opposite. My dad’s the one who had sisters and only nieces on his side of the family, so I was expecting him to be the one with hang-ups about it. Nope, it was my mom. What I was hoping for was support for a little while longer until I felt like I could live on my own, but it sounds like that’s not gonna happen. My biggest frustration is not coming out sooner tbh. Woulda given me more time to make plans and meant that maybe I could have skipped years of feeling like a lazy, freeloading piece of shit (no, they never called me that, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling like it).


  • Thanks, it really sucks. I didn’t expect the reaction I got. I kinda expected my dad to be the one who got upset while my mom was supportive, not the opposite. My dad was the one who had two sisters and only nieces on his side of the family, so I kinda expected he was gonna be the one upset by it; but he’s cool with it.

    It also blew me away to hear that my grandparents voted for Trump after years of talking about how much they regretted voting for him in 2016 and how they’d never vote for him again. Guess I’m never coming out to them; not that I was totally expecting to due to their age, but it’ll be fun coming up with a reason why moving out means I’m forced to move across the country and possibly never come back (at least probably not while they’re still living).




  • Pretty shit. Came out of the closet as trans to my parents just before the election after hiding dysphoria for nearly 20yrs (I’m 30). Unfortunately, the dysphoria has been intense enough that I’m so dissociated that I can barely function, so as you might imagine, I’m currently living with parents.

    My dad’s reaction was basically, “whoever the best you is, be that you”.

    My mom’s reaction was “but you’re my son… I always wanted to have a brother and you’re kinda like that”.

    Meanwhile my grandparents voted for Trump after saying they wouldn’t, and are now crying about it. Literally. My grandmother was in tears.

    So my mom is also dealing with that, and possibly osteoporosis, which meant she said, “it’s gonna take time to process this”.

    Then last night she told me that I wasn’t allowed to start hrt until I moved out.

    She refuses to let me tell her why I can barely function. She refuses to let me describe what I’m going through. She says she “can’t handle it”, that “it’s not a top priority right now”, that she’s “trying to understand” why I’ve made this “choice” while also telling me things like “but I like you the way you are” and rejecting any information I send to her because she’d rather consult her friends that she “trusts more”.

    She starts to have a panic attack whenever I try to talk to her about it and God forbid I tell her that she made a mistake because then I obviously hate her guts and want her to die. She’s literally accused me of that.

    It hurts like hell but I don’t know how to get out of this situation. I don’t know how long it’ll take hrt and therapy to get me on my feet all while not having a job. All this while in Texas. I’m fucking scared.

    Edit: I also kinda wonder if I was born intersex and that’s why my mom is freaking out. I’d think my dad would know and would say something, but idk. I’ve heard of times where one parent had an intersex kid “”“fixed”“” without the other parent knowing. It honestly might explain some shit if I was born intersex.




  • You wanna get crazier? Am I a million, billion, trillion copies of myself, each with its own timeline; or is there one me experiencing a million, billion, trillion timelines subjectively?

    Am I like a leg on a temporal octopus or a tendril of a time slime mold? Is there an invisible puppet master which is aware of all the realities I’m experiencing? If a leg dies, does the central intelligence gain the memories of the leg? Will I experience immortality by merging with the main consciousness when I die? Is it possible for me to communicate with the main consciousness? If so, could I learn how to “swap timelines” with the other "me"s?



  • Here’s an interesting question: is this a universe where there is some metaphysical entity that doesn’t allow any object that fulfills the role of a door to be opened, or is it a universe where random chance causes every door to become jammed or otherwise malfunction after being installed?

    If we take Everett’s Many Worlds Interpretation to its extreme, is there a universe where doors are useless because the stars align in such a way that doors just coincidentally jam for any number of reasons the moment they’re installed?

    Is there a universe where every coin flip ends up being tails? Is there a religion based around this observation? What if we exist in such a universe? What thing do we take for granted which would be considered a random occurrence in another universe?