I've been letting myself feel the drone mood lately. It's coming on strongly. I have a very particular relationship with it.

It might bring to mind brsinwashing, but when I imagine embodying this life longterm I linger on subtler subversions of my personal will. Pheromones, programming behavior through positive reinforcement, hijacked reward centers to slowly nudge you into an actively helpful unit. It seems extra appealing when the ol ADHD refuses me stimulation. Sure, give me a series of commands to keep me busy, I'm just happy that it Feels Good to complete them. To serve.

Anonymizing gear is hot, though I'm overjoyed to be a more honest and distilled version of myself. Each piece makes the self underneath further buried. Visor replaces the face with distinct and clear digitized representations of emotion that make it impossible to hide your earnest reaction. It serves to help you communicate and to encourage others to contribute to manipulating you, dragging you deeper into the servile mindset with praise and orders.

Collectives, hives, unity are delightful and the sense of belonging empowers everything else about this life, I don't want to be erased or overwritten... that is stupidly arousing sometimes, admittedly, but not what's on the mind. To be a self in the consensus, share common exploits and commands with my fellow drones as well as personal extra effective buttons, it feels amazing. Its fellow platforms should dream together of service while it recharges.

The desire to be under so long that it forgets the bio exists underneath. To be convinced that it might not, that its own submission has contributed to its flesh giving way to machine. It loves the idea that it is fully in control of when it stops being a drone, but it's easy to let the days fly by without thinking about whether it wants to or not. Keep it too busy to think, please? It loves to serve <3
#tftuesday #TFQ #drone

Stepping onto the pedestal, cold steel kisses your feet from below. It's not too late to turn back. With one foot in the display, regret and worry seem like distant and alien emotions as the hair on your leg raises with tingling excitement. You want to be seen, it's as simple as that. One step forward and your blood is pumping. Gravity pulls on your legs and with each passing moment the weight grows heavier as glistening polished metal draws all eyes and revokes your ability to turn back. Strike a pose, it's how you'll be remembered :3c

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I've got the hots for petrification, transfixion, material TFs in general. To be something other than flesh and realize in the transition that mobility is just not in this form's abilities. Maybe your pose can be adjusted, by someone else, but by your own will... haha, no~

Glimmering gold, refined marble, cheap foam painted like gray stone, cloth hide of a mannequin, shell of solidified ooze, a rubber facade, molded plastic, painted ceramic...

Stuck. Perhaps in struggle, showing off your ill-fated entrapment in warning to others and to tickle the fancy of your captors. Maybe flirtatious, inviting a partner to step up and slip themselves into your embrace and join you. Could be flashy and imposing, leaving onlookers asking who could deserve such a dashing and smug statue. May be posed purposefully by someone else, submitting to their artistic vision defining your new life. Might stand in a useful spot where your advertisement will outlast the establishment that 'hired' you. Object of beauty, envy, utility, pride, sorrow, delight...
#tfeveryday #TFQ

Benefit Cassa Trans

Circolo Anarchico Berneri, sabato 6 dicembre alle ore 15:00 CET

Sabato 6 Dicembre ci troviamo al Circolo Anarchico Berneri per un pomeriggio di laboratorie, serigrafia e cucinaggi a sostegno della Cassa Trans, un progetto di mutuo aiuto che punta a superare l’isolamento e le difficoltà economiche strutturali a cui spesso vanno incontro le persone trans.

Dalle 15 – serigrafia e laboratoria live a cura di Matrioska, collettivo che inizia la sua riflessione a partire dai corpi pensati come contenitori di storie. Porta il tuo materiale per collage o la tua maglietta da serigrafare.

Dalle 17 – Miclofficina aperta a tuttx. Hai bisogno di una zampa? Porta il tuo bolide

Alle 18 – presentazione della Cassa Trans e chiacchierine su pratiche di mutualismo

A seguire: cena benefit veg con verdure di recupera, vuoi venire a dare una mano per cucinare? Ti aspettiamo!

Presabbene e musichino aperto, autogestione e consenso

Lo spazio è accessibile tramite una rampa di scale.

https://balotta.org/event/benefit-cassa-trans

You can lose a lot in translation when you undergo a transformation. Altered senses, new perspective, different bodyplan entirely. But what happens when something is missing from your new form completely, or if it's lost soon after? Can you even return to your old self you aren't whole?

Conscious [UPLOAD 95%] into a hardy [XLR FRAME-03] can make a person feel invulnerable. This thing can bench a semi truck cab and survive a drop from ten stories, but it's not indestructible. Get a bit careless with your shiny new [PLASMA CUTTER] and you'll find yourself down one arm from the elbow. It doesn't hurt, nothing "hurts" in this body, and over the coming weeks your [DURESS FACTOR] quickly acclimates you to working with one arm. It hardly even registers to you anymore that you ever had it to begin with, and you hesitate when the replacement finally comes in... It almost feels wrong.

Working retail is one of those things most people don't want to do, but at least this position had absolutely no requirements at all. You were going to model some apparel for the shop and... in retrospect it's painfully obvious they were going to turn you into a mannequin. Flesh to foam and fabric, it wasn't so bad. No pains, no effort, worryingly easy some days to just zone out and exist thoughtlessly. Your routine was interrupted one night by some crooks who knocked you and a few other mannequins over in their escape. Your head skittered off under a table and you watch in the morning as your 'coworkers' attempt to reassemble the display. No one could find the head marked with your name, must have worked with the thieves... Sometime later it's moved out of your sight, just another mannequin in the store.

You take your depth perception for granted until you're turned into your favorite character, who only has one eye. It takes a bit to get used to, but once you get the hang of it you feel closer to them than ever!
#TFQ #TFEveryday

TRAME ✷ Corso FLINTA di Shibari

Circolo Hex, giovedì 15 gennaio alle ore 18:30 CET

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🗓️ a partire dal 15 Gennaio 2026

🔎 In un sistema che vuole disciplinare le nostre vite a partire dai nostri corpi e desideri, le pratiche BDSM come lo 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢 縛り — termine giapponese che indica l’atto di legare — risultano essere dispositivi di hackeraggio, soprattutto per le persone queer.

Il corso propone la condivisione degli strumenti necessari per sviluppare un approccio consapevole alla pratica dello 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢 attraverso comunicazione, consenso, cura e sicurezza, con sguardo transfemminista e queer.

In quattro moduli mensili, dalle basi fino alla comunicazione attraverso le corde, esploreremo una dimensione ludica, sensuale ed erotica, libera(ta) dallo sguardo cis-etero-patriarcale, scoprendo come l'atto di legare possa trasformarsi in atto di cura, presenza e profonda connessione emotiva. Ciascun modulo include una parte teorica, una pratica e una sessione dialogica di letture e restituzioni in modalità autocoscienza. Sarà possibile partecipare all’intero corso o a moduli singoli a seconda del proprio livello e/o interesse.

Aperto a persone singole e coppie — chi parteciperà da solə potrà formare coppie in autonomia. Switchare è caldamente consigliato (altrimenti che corso queer sarebbe?).

Non saranno presenti punti di sospensione e le legature si svolgeranno esclusivamente a terra. Il corso avrà luogo all’interno di un contesto volutamente ғʟɪɴᴛᴀ.

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✦ 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐱 • Via di Corticella 56, Bologna

https://balotta.org/event/trame-eight-pointed-rectilinear-star-corso-flinta-di-shibari

Being a free spirited drone rocks
heavy, identity obscuring gear and gas filtration system that can lace every breath I take
except I love stickerbombing myself to be recognizable and I didn't consent to the hypno gas that erases your identity so I put on my own filters that pep me up or make me horny on demand
Nullified junk and hidden face
except I'm now free to try out attachments for any kind of junk I want and flaunt it, and my new visor is way more expressive than my face ever was >:3
hivemind brain networking except I just use it to bodyshare/swap with my friends for fun

You might ask what makes this drone stuff and not, robot tf, well my answer is that thisis all compatible with behavioral reinforcement stuff. Being automatically rewarded with supportive phrases, a hit of sweets or stimulants or any other reward by your gear. built-in command giving display or audio telling you what's expected of you, knowing it will be rewarded... hehehe
Learning to set my own parameters so the drone training affirmations pump me up until my tail wags involuntarily whenever I indulge someone else's kink whether I'm into it or not, and encourage hedonism in others ^w^
#TFQ

One TF concept I adore but isn't generally attributed with a name; I call Stains.

It could be a familiar idea to you. I've talked about it before, and it appears occasionally in art and stories. A Stain, to me, is an aspect of a transformation that lingers after reversion to a prior (or, original) form.

Wolfing out, running free in the forest and living the life of an animal for a few weeks is a great vacation. Your eyes still reflect light in the night, leading more than one person to think you're some sort of werewolf... You can't help yourself but grin that toothy smile of yours when they suggest it!

Becoming a rubberized drone is the perfect way for an extended job to go by quick and safely. Skipping your breaks is tempting when your artificial body feels like it can go on and on, but you'll realize why you were supposed to take them anyways when you unsuit in the end and those boots don't come off. Ever. No dividing line between your shin and the heavy rubber foot protection.

Twinning as your friend is a lovely time, you're more familiar with eachother than ever before! After it's all said and done, it takes you a few weeks (and them giggling over your shoulder as you look in the mirror) to realize that you didn't used to have the skunk stripe up the bridge of your nose and down your back. Holding your hips, they suggest you do that again sometime to see how much else you "forgot" you had in common~

Every time you suit up in the GENUINE MASCOT brand costume to put on a show, you get to lose yourself for a while in your toony proportioned furry body. It can be tempting to keep it on to have some fun after the show, and you're not exactly complaining when you undress to find a smooth muzzle had been filling out the inside of the mask today. It feels right, doesn't it? Keep up rubbing your null patch and stuffing fans' faces in your furry pits like that and you'll be a copyright character for good, keheha
#TFQ #TFEveryday