Presenting, My Life For The Past 6 Years

I can't stop thinking about a plural future. I can't stop thinking about the day a plural kid goes to school and won't be forced to "get rid" of his "imaginary" friend when he gets older. About the day a plural kid goes to university and joins a plurality affinity group and takes a class about disability, neurodivergency, and plurality in society. About the day a parade rushes through Washington D.C. flaunting icons of intersecting rings and ampersands, joyous and unafraid. About the day non-discrimination policies say that you can't discriminate against someone on the basis of their multiplicity. About the day a system can introduce themselves in public as Jackie and Johnny, not just Jackie. About the day a presidential candidate gets on stage and tells the nation that they believe plurality is real and worthy of respect. About the day someone talking about their sysmate is as normal as talking about their partner. About the day a system dies and the names of all of their sysmates are carved on their gravestone. I can't stop thinking about the day that we are unbound and happy. May we never lose sight of that day.

Plural culture is buying a tub of microwave Mac and cheese that serves 4 then calling 3 other alters to co con to eat with you

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But what if your headmates force you to do something you dont want to?

My headmates:

"you know you should probably go for walk, some fresh air would make you feel better."

"You shouldnt stay up so late, your only going to make yourself tired in the morning."

"you should make a sandwich instead of just snacking all day."

Never let your sysmates forget how much you love them.

you have an internal monologue? pussy shit. I have an internal dialogue

Parasite and Girl

my castmate, getting emotional on closing night: do you ever think about how we might be in this play again... but this is still the last time we'll ever be in this production, with these people at this time? and even within that, each show is the last time we'll ever do that specific performance. even within a given unique production, there are a thousand little things that are different night to night. different performance choices, different audience, different thoughts in our heads and ways we play off each other. it's like. theatre is by its nature ephemeral and there's no way to ever go back and experience that specific version of a play ever again.

me, who's lived through the time loop of this night 300 times: y'know--

not nearly enough people are fuming about the cass review. do you understand the eventual implications? trans people in the uk will be considered children up until the age of 25, and denied HRT/surgery/even basic measures like legal name change and social transition. all owing to a biased and largely unscientific study. you know what “treatment” for gender dysphoria is recommended by the review instead? conversion therapy.

this will kill people and they know it, because they prefer us dead and out of sight. the government, the NHS and even the opposition have made this clear again and again. a twenty-five year old can have sex, get married have children, join the military, earn a living, be halfway up the corporate ladder or highly successful in their chosen career field by that age, but they can’t transition under NHS rules. this is a death sentence for trans teenagers and they are going ahead with it. it’s trans genocide, same as across the pond.

i’m so afraid for my trans siblings and our futures. i’m so scared for myself. what are we to do if not even the party that is supposed to be on the “left” gives a shit about our safety and mental health as long as they get voted in? labour have become tories with a red coat of paint. it all feels hopeless

our communication is pretty unreliable most of the time, but yesterday we had a full day of absolutely brilliant communication.

we spent the whole day playing fallout london together, laughing together, taking turns making dumb jokes, it was great.

the best bit was when we all went back and forth mocking the general in charge of the tommys (forgot his name but if youre playing it and have seen him you know who he is), it was amazing just all laughing together and feeling the happiness radiating from everyone else as we all brutaly roasted this moron. just pure joy.

i think that was our best system experience so far, i love being part of a system and hope our communication continues to improve like this.

Hii :) need some positivity rn, what are your best memories with your system?

how fitting for this to be answered while we've got a really bad headache.

plural culture is headache

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