The_BiTRex

@thebitrex.bsky.social

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My retweets are suggestive and/or political. 30, trans genderfluid, demi-ace rabbit with DID. Energy drink addict.

"There she is. In the shadows of a dimly lit public bathroom, you see her. A little of your mother, a hint of your father's sister, a whisper of your niece. For a brief moment in the standing mirror, you feel like, "you." For that second, your body feels lighter, the long hair hides your sharp chin and raised cheekbones; in that reflection, she stares back at you. She's tired, lonely and - even without the makeup - she still looks beautiful. In the low light her body is shaped almost how you wish yours to be; only just enough so that the masculine clothes you wear for work hides the smaller, more telling, features of your transition. Then the light shifts, you blink or the disassociation settles back in. She's gone again. A whisper of a desire, almost mocking, reminding you that there's still a ways to go before she'll be there again. Although, after that moment, you realize that you see her a little more each day. You just need to make it another day. Just one more day. She may be there, again..."
Sticker of Susie and Kris from Deltarune, standing in the middle of a furcon with the text, "God F****ING damn it KRIS where the F*** are we?!"
Quiz result from a website that isolates the emotional outlet for one's artwork. "You create from grief. It is an endless grief that pours out of your eyes and mouth and fingertips over and over again; a grief too vast to be contained. It demands an outlet, and so for you the act of creation is much like weeping. Your work is a memorial to everything you have loved and lost, all you have longed for and been denied. Much like crying, pouring your grief out into your art brings you relief. The feeling of loss pervades your work, but the depth of your grief also speaks to the depth of the love that preceded it. After all, every tragedy is only what it is because someone had loved something enough to grieve it."
Chirin (as a young lamb,) standing next to his surrogate father, Wolf, on a cliff-side.