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tigerfoxx.bsky.social
Lt. Commander Data Genderqueer, non binary They/Them/Admiral
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Oh good, 2003 all over again.

Watch golf, smoke cigars.

Sorry, really high atm.

The persistence of indoor climate. That item that might have been in your parent's house for 50 years is still new.

I'm firing up my vibrator.

My urine scale is happy face, 😊 thought you should know.

The weekend O.O

Half of my feed is clowns and the other half attracted to clowns.

Fuck leg day.

You can't be in a fulfilling relationship with someone who looks down on you all the time.

I'm sorta like a stay at home raver.

I feel at ease with the universe.

4 hours later.. *sponge bob*

Why is it 1,000 degrees?

I want to be a professional dominatrix.

I guess I don't have the same social hierarchy values that others have? A need to lead or follow.

Do you ever understand things well in advance of when others do? Because you're observant of people but can never exist in that space?

The worst parts of humanity allow you to maintain agency.

When you think catching the monster will rid you of your own struggles, but you were the monster all along.

I want Roger Rabbit sexually.

Rarely worn head.

Headache on the top, center of head.

Wheel of Fortune!

Do you ever want to tie someone up and play with their prince Albert?

If your latex cuffs smell like Hella weed then you got them from the right place.

Why did that post twice?

Do you ever feel that to fit in you need to accept energy that is not you? Then your brain shuts down to avoid trauma?

I'll never get to go to hospital.

There's this one fox that keeps yarping outside. Loud.

Fox Mulder, F 🐝 👁

I'm firing up my vibrator

In the wild usage of the term crumbum.

Do you ever have a peril fetish for casual conversation?

You can impress me by giving me a piece of cheese.

Truly, from the bottom of my heart, if I could avoid everyone I would.

Do you ever feel like the energy you want doesn't exist?

Upper management seems to be quieter than usual today. Usually its an excessive amount of thrashing tentacles behind a foggy door window, but its gone eerily silent. Sounds like less work for greg!

This is the type of weather when Frankenstein was born.

Of course it's raining again.