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bug bites, medical, mildly concerning Show more

(For context: the people who actually remodeled my childhood house just put a huge ugly garage on the front, blocking the cottage's facade; painted the whole thing puke-brown; and installed a massive flagpole at a diagonal angle on the front of that)

dream imagery, food Show more

Being a Bad Trans by talking about my sincere Furry IRL longings, and how they've gone from having a positive effect to an extremely negative effect as my faith in transhumanism-in-and-of-itself has gradually cratered

Human tailbone is fucking garbage

MY MIND: In tech, the only two people you can ultimately become are Twitter Jack or ciat-lonbarde
ME: ... that seems plausible, what’s the twist
MY MIND: <wind blows across the desolate landscape, refusing to resolve to any moral mechanism>

Fursona knuckle tats: IVE GAY

Oomph... I can't believe it... I can just Get More Sleep if I want to... I'm gonna go do that

And then start work on Tine's beta hardware files after I wake up !_!

Driving skills I still need to practice:
* Lane control
* Speed control
* Not cracking unfunny ironic jokes while the passengers are a captive audience

Feel like my most iconic moment on that Yellowstone trip was when I was driving 87 in an 80 zone and pretending my ass was talking in a Waluigi voice

queer politic Show more

queer politic Show more

horses hot take Show more

queer politic Show more

bug bites, gross maybe Show more

politic Show more

Subsequent update: even more insects on the door to the men's bathroom now, some of which are gigantic and awful

Also I have approximately 50 mosquito bites, and I am starting to highly suspect that I am either slightly allergic or have some other genetic factor that is giving me a similar reaction, and the consequence of this is that life has gained a kind of surreal fever-dream religious-vision timbre at the moment

Vacation update: Men’s bathroom door is covered in a swarm of insects and I don’t want to get caught in the women’s bathroom at midnight in a biker campground

(lookin at furry art) Wow... don’t these people know it’s really unhealthy, and against human nature, and in conflict with realistic futurism, and just plain old bad manners, to want to be anything more specific than an indistinct template that drives a truck? :/