Genie, chemist, confused. A genie trying to find herself, find her path, and find her way to the bottom of her own bottle.
NSFW, often lewd. Genie-obsessed to a silly degree.
Trans (She/Her) genie girl.
Header by BSB
Avatar by RubberMage
| Pronouns | She/her |
| NSFW | Often |
| Geniefication Victim | Frequently |
| Geniefication Hazard | -EXTREME- |
AI is a tool designed to bolster fascist consensus reality.
Nothing will stop it.
Everyone at work has already left for the shutdown.
It's just me sitting here staring at a mountain of work. Before they left, a manager basically said "Since you're gonna be here anyway, please do this task that no one should do".
The SCOTUS just laid the foundation for being queer to be regarded as illegal. Plus the rescinding of citizenship (and legal rights) for whoever the government decides is wrong.
I'm at my wits end. My body hurts. It hurts a lot. I haven't been sleeping.
The only friends I have aren't around when I need them, and my needing them is a horrible and awful thing in the first place. How many already dropped me, because I was too sad, too afraid, too awkward?
There's no light, no joy, nothing good left for me
There's only pain, suffering, and hurt. The longer I endure, the closer I get to the state enacting violence on me. Between here and there, I have only work - enriching some asshole's stock portfolio and convincing myself I'm doing anything worthwhile.
And yet, if I refuse to endure this torture, this mental and physical anguish - /I'M/ the one in the wrong.
I don't have anything left
Inside me
Outside me
I'm out of options. I'm out of time.
I'm out of strength.
The only mantra that ever proves valid with regard to me, specifically:
"No one cares what you think, so please shut up and go away."
This is Vixie.
I met Vixie a few years ago at a Christmas Party I attended with my family at a botanical garden. They were selling Vixie (and many of her siblings) there that night for some reason, and I loved her from the moment I saw her. So despite being in formal clothes I paid the money to bring her home, and carried her around the rest of the evening.
She's very soft. And wonderful. And huggable. She comforts me when I'm alone and sad, which is often. She watches over my home when I'm at work.
I should hug and cuddle her more often, but I'm afraid of hurting or damaging her.
Still, she's wonderful and I love her.
Some of us don't have a story that's worth telling
Some of us don't have a place we should belong
The old Vixdjinn She
Ain't what she used to be
Ain't want she used to be
Ain't what she used to be
While trying to pay my electric bill, I discovered that my electricity company has completely overhauled their website. They'd been warning that this was coming for a while, but... Yeesh. Not a well done changeover.
Demanding a new login/pass, demanding SMS 2FA, demanding all payment options again.
If I didn't know it was coming, and simultaneously know that this company is dogshit and always goes for the lowest bidder, I'd swear I was getting scammed*.
(*I mean, I am getting scammed. But I'm getting scammed on energy costs by a famously evil company - Not having my payment information stolen by an unrelated third party.)
䷰ Xīn Jīn Mèng 新金梦