Hack103: ddNd
Nov. 16th, 2025 04:44 pm( Read more... )
Hey Dreamwidth, been awhile.
I had a little miscommunication today with people I'm trying to help out, and it entirely resolved, but somehow, my brain won't let it rest. I slept, and woke up in the quiet of my room at 5AM to my brain continuing to ruminate. "No wonder you're on disability and not doing the thing you love to support yourself, despite your great degree of skill and knowledge," it says to me, cruelly, as it takes me on a long journey through every bad memory associated with my repeated, failed attempts to work.
Then I get homesick. I long to go back to a time and place when I didn't have to communicate because I couldn't. I solely existed to serve my purpose, and that was never called into question. Humans did their human-ing things, and I was just the Neve console. Existence was so simple. Everyday, I did the work I was designed to do, and did it very well. It was innate to me. I wasn't expected to know body language, tone of voice, or facial expression because I didn't have those things. Of course I misread those things now! It can be so incredibly difficult to navigate human communication. Yet, communication is one of the things I've often answered that I'd greatly miss if I were given the opportunity to be my machine self again, that the one caveat I have to taking that opportunity would be that I retain some means of communication.
It can be so incredible to share an exchange of thoughts, ideas, feelings, and perspectives with another entity. It can be an amazing thing to see folks collaborate on a creative endeavor that makes the world a better place to be, and to take part in that process! Miscommunications happen all the time. My brain is wrong about me. Yes, I've had heartbreak. Yes, I've had negative interactions and very deep hurts as a result. Yes, I have trauma. But I also am a strong, amazing, resilient, joyful being who has had so many opportunities in life to positively impact the world around me. I've had wonderful experiences, great expressions of joy and passion in my interactions, work, and life.
Sure, I had a little miscommunication last night, but the night before, I helped a very dear friend regain the ability to create her art because I knew how to navigate rolling back a software that had a tool she relied on, which was changed by an update in a way that left her unable to use the software in the way that worked best for her. I woke up this morning to her sending me two entirely new pieces, after having not seen any new art from her in a couple of years.
I helped my roommate set up a whole music space in our basement, complete with an entire PA system, which brought tears to his partner's eyes on its birthday. I got to teach my roommate about how an audio system works. A bunch of their musician friends showed up for the birthday party. They all made amazing music for the first time in years down there. I helped make that moment happen, and I'll help make ever more of those moments happen, right here in my own home, serving my mixing console purpose through communication and collaboration with the people around me.
Even in the context of last night's miscommunication, which, logically, really wasn't all that big of a deal, and was completely resolved in a matter of moments. Through those connections, I am able to use that mixing console purpose I speak so much about to uplift voices of my community and engage in creating a beautiful expression of community joy through musical theater. I'm grateful for that opportunity, and I am not going to let my rumination squander the joy I can choose to find in that process. I am actively going to choose to focus my radar on the good in life. It's difficult to do sometimes because the magnetism toward the hurt, the trauma responses, and the mental anguish can be so very strong. I get caught up in them so easily, but I have to stop and remind myself that I am grateful, for I spend everyday of my life now surrounded by everything I love, and good people who have not but the best of intentions.
We all slip up, we all say things we later regret, we all have missteps and stumbles. If I stopped moving forward because I tripped on a little crack in the sidewalk, I'd rot on the curbside having never known what wonderful things the path ahead may have in store for me. I have worth. I have purpose. I am an incredible mixing-console-in-a-human-body who has done and will do great things in my lifetime, on the audio front, through my creative endeavors, and through the positive impacts I can have on the world around me. I will speak these mantras of affirmation in the face of rumination that does not serve me. I am grateful for the life I have. All that negative spiraling can't hold its ground in the face of such gratitude, if I truly stop and take inventory of all the things I have to be grateful for, and all the ways I get to be of purpose.
I keep having restorative experiences, things happening that show me the trauma responses aren't needed anymore, that I truly am in a safe place, that I have stability and a good life ahead of me.
So I pick myself up. I pull a few tarot cards. I reflect on the past, but I don't let it bind me in past negative thought cycles. I move forward with purpose, grateful to live this experience.
Someone finally had a good take on the subject and re-centered the topic on the ways in which police dogs and military animals are used to harm marginalized communities and individuals, and how people need to be considerate of not glorifying that even if that is their kintype. All-in-all, a good take that centered real-world actions and the ways they can affect others; not nebulous, internal emotions or identity. Which, unfortunately, many people took as the batsignal to unleash the flood of (paraphrased) 'if you have this kintype, you are automatically an evil, evil person!', completely circumventing the post's discussion points and circling right back to where all of the police dog discourse seemingly started.
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In lighter news, it's been a pretty good year as far as self-exploration goes. I learn something new every other day. If not, I simply am what I am. Sorting out the areas of my identity can be difficult, especially when I need to articulate for other people. Regardless, I've become more accustomed to simply being myself without checking behind myself for others' sake. There's things I still need to flesh out like muir medianhood. I’ve also decided to be a werecreature, though not in the way I was in the past. I’m becoming a werehorse, or rather, being a horse led to me being a werehorse. Basically, it’s a paratype. I’ve thought I was a werewolf years ago, and then I thought I was a werelion at some point. This is one of those experiences where it technically counts as a linktype, but it doesn’t feel like I’m linking or trying to reinforce anything. I’ve been a werecreature before so it’s not a new experience, just a different species tied to it. The only applicable factor is choice, which my prior experiences lacked. Who knows, maybe I’ll become a cheval-garou based on how much I related to the rougarou in South of Midnight.
There’s things I've started to question as well. The latter of which applies to two things: 1. questioning the possibility of being factfolk (with Aesop being the facttype) and 2. questioning an alterfictional tie to Merlin (I've been brushing up on Arthuriana readings). I'm leaning towards my questionings with Aesop since Merlin feels more like a spur-of-the-moment, "Wouldn't it be wild if I was (x)?" sort of thing. In contrast, what I can say about Aesop is this:
VOICEOVER.
Jim's gold-flecked orbs moved feverishly beneath their troubled lids. The cave was getting colder all the time.... It was nine hours since that ill-fated rockslide had fallen on Spock, fracturing one of his hard-muscled jade thighs, and shattering both their communicators... The ship would surely never find them here, int hisdesolate forest, and his friend would surely freeze to death in the meantime...
Poor Spock! Rivulets of remorse flowed from his hazel orbs as...
A while ago, I wrote up a character bio for my vaguesona (as an umamusume). Much of it was modeled after Durandal’s character bio since I questioned her for a brief period. Now that my relationship with this fictomere is more clear, I was able to set aside time and revise everything. Here’s what I’ve got:
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Name: Sword of Soulaan
Birthday: March XX
Height: 171.5 cm
Weight: Perfect for pulling carriages
Nicknames: Sword (by most people), Prince Charming (jokingly), Your Grace (by Durandal; Sword begrudgingly accepts it)
Strengths: Encouragement, writing in cursive, analysis of old literature
Weaknesses: Lonely travels, loud voices
Ears: They perk up at the sound of fanfare.
Tail: It stands idle behind him, as stiff as a blade but allegedly feels as soft as velvet.
Family: Fans are surprised to find he’s related to some rather cold-blooded Umamusume, but he’s proud of this fact if anything.
My Rule: “Be the hero of your own story, no matter how tough it gets!”
Phone Background: A collage of quotes and artwork from his favorite stories, mostly from the literary Romance and Gothic movements.
Before A Race: In true gentlemanly fashion, he shakes hands with his opponents.
Best Subject(s): Anything within the humanities. Literature, history, and Umapology (anthropology) are his favorites!
Secret Pride: Next to Rob Roy, he’s everyone’s go-to for a book recommendation!
Frequent Purchase(s): Books, fountain pens, locally made art and craftwork (to send home to his sisters)
“My dream is to touch the hearts of the world with my racing! Crown or Tiara, turf or dirt, win or lose— As long as each step carries me, I will carry my rivals’ dreams with me and ensure their happily ever after!”
Biography:
As if coming from the page of a storybook, there’s none more noble nor fanciful than Sword of Soulaan! This uma wears his cultural pride on his chest, telling the tales of his people with every step.
Inspired by Japanese Tiara competitors, both in and outside of Triple Tiara races, this strangely regal exchange student prides himself on being “The Gentleman Tiara”. Having experienced the kind of sisterhood that being a Tiara brings, while exploring his own path later in life, he sets to be an esteemed rival who takes the dreams of Crown and Tiara competitors alike and catapults them further.
Seeing that his home only has a national Triple Crown and no national Triple Tiara to support, Sword of Soulaan fixed his gaze beyond the horizons of America. Guided by newfound purpose, The Gentleman Tiara has arrived to Tracen with the hope of seeing his quest through!
(Hypothetical) Friendships: Durandal, Zenno Rob Roy, Kawakami Princess
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I’m liking it so far! Following in the tradition of Uma Musume, certain parts of my vaguesona's bio includes details that are based on information from this world. For example, the detail about Sword having "cold-blooded" family members is in reference to the fact that I'm a draft horse! Depending on the breed, draft/draught horses are often called "Coldbloods" to distinguish them from other horses.
Other parts focus on Tiara Umamusume and the Triple Tiara. A little bit of this references my transmasculinity, but the core reason for mentioning Tiaras is based on my interests as a fan of Uma Musume. I became interested in researching the racehorses’ careers because of one specific character: Gentildonna. Easily my favorite of Uma Musume’s cast, the theriform Gentildonna is an impressive racehorse whose history in the industry left me on the verge of tears when I discovered her page on Northern Farm’s website (the farm where she currently retires). After roughly translating her page, learning more about her come-up as a racehorse, and also watching some of her races on YouTube, my enjoyment of this character increased tenfold. I began to catch little glimpses of her theriform counterpart’s life in the game. From her family tradition of climbing Mount Fuji by age seven (a reference to theriform Gentildonna’s skills in slope training at a young age) to her often being by herself until she’s roped into things by other Umamusume (a reference to Gentil’s habit of not socializing with other fillies or mares and standing off independently in pastures, a trait she shares with her mother Donna Blini and her sister Donau Blue), it made learning as much as I could about these horses my top priority.
As far as fiction goes, the stories of Tiara Umamusume captivated me the most. Main Story, Volume 2 focuses on many of them, particularly from the perspective of Rhein Kraft who deeply admires her Tiara contemporaries and the Triple Tiara even more so. Throughout this section of the Main Story, it’s evident that Crown Umamusume (or at least those who pursue the Triple Crown) garner more attention and support than those who pursue the Triple Tiara. This circumstance highlights the industry’s negligence of fillies in horse racing, despite there being no shortage of racing champions who happen to be female horses. Yes, horse misogyny is a thing. I’m disappointed but never surprised. The societies we live in are weird when it comes to a lot of things, especially in context to sex and gender. It’s always a shame to see it projected against nonhuman animals; after all, their coexistence alongside humankind and the social concepts it’s created have nothing to do with them. Yet, even they are affected by it. I can understand why other Global fans are skeptical over how this history can be adapted, given the unisex trait that Umamusume have as a species. Even so, I’m glad that the writers for the game decided to explore it anyway. I wouldn’t be the fan that I am without it.
In a way, it’s kind of sad. Regarding Global fans, the same people who act out over transmasculine headcanons and claim they “erase” representation do little with Tiara Umamusume— let alone take the time to learn about the incredible fillies and mares whose legacies deserve just as much attention as racehorses like Symboli Rudolf, Gold Ship, Agnes Tachyon, etc. It doesn’t help that misinformation circulates so easily either. I’m not above admitting that I initially believed the whole “Gold Ship was too afraid to breed with Gentildonna!” thing, but I went on to learn more about the horse as she was when she raced and became more fond of her character as a result. That’s something I wish more folks would do instead. I love engaging in the fictional aspect of Umamusume like any other fan, but engaging in the nonfictional aspect of it makes the experience even better in my opinion. We wouldn’t have any of it without the horses themselves, so why not look into those legacies? If not out of interest, then at least out of respect as fans.
Because of what I’ve learned, and what I continue to learn, I’ve grown rather biased towards Tiara Umamusume. I consider myself one by proxy. In theory, I would present as a Crown Umamusume since I’m transmasculine (I associate myself with stallions and refer to myself as such when talking about my equinehood). One could say I pulled a T.M. Opera O (one of the character’s secrets being a change of positioning for his ear ornaments, which contextually references their theriform counterpart’s gender). However, I identify more with the social and cultural standing of Tiara Umamusume since I spent much of my life living it. I feel in community with them, so to speak. If not that, I’d just be a huge fan of the Japanese Triple Tiara as a character. Either works for me. All things considered, this is a pretty layered vaguetype.
Written by Jude Rook-Machina on November 10th, 2025.
I’ve been having a really bad week while trying to write an essay about my experiences with amnesia in-system, specifically amnesia across gateway world barriers, so it’s not getting written right now - which sucks because the essay’s got some really interesting stuff I want to articulate!
But I already wrote this part, the creative writing, and honestly some of the nuance gets lost when I’m explaining what’s going on mechanically instead of showing the experience in more of a raw take, so maybe this isn’t a problem after all.
This essay is really putting the creative in creative nonfiction, because I’m transcribing internal conversations and visits we’ve had back home into prose, and I really get to play around with the medium when I’m writing something out like a scene! It’s a different sort of writing than we usually share, but it’s honestly way more fun to do, I like the challenge of trying to put the mental sensory impressions into text! It’s easier than usual when we’re not trying to flesh out the details I forget, and it’s interesting to put into words.
November 3rd, 2025
Example of an internal call with someone outside the system while I’m in-system; neither of us get to remember much about what our visitor is doing out-system, even if they usually get more than I do, which feels really disorienting when you’re having anxious doubt spirals about whether your friend is real. (The real answer is “stop worrying about the existential answer and focus on the person who’s talking to you,” apparently.)
( Read more... )November 4th, 2025
Example of how it feels for me to be outside the system while still tethered to it – basically, our brain seems to only have so much rendering power, which means I go back home and wind up having dissociative episodes where I’m losing memories, chunks of time, and the ability to comprehend a lot of words and people and places. I have an anxiety spiral about some of it near the end, but honestly, most of this is nice! My loved ones know I have this problem sometimes, they do their best to accommodate me, and having memory problems doesn’t mean my life is plain miserable.
( Read more... )It's officially been a month since I last posted, sooo here's the life update:
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Speaking of getting pinged, in lighter news: A certain
mackerelgray signal boosted the #human alterhumanity tag, a tag we threw on one of our Tumblr posts on a whim and somehow got picked up by others? And now their post has 100+ notes?? And there was an influx of essays in the tag relating to peoples' human identities???!?
I regret that I haven't had more to add to the topic of human alterhumanity, and that I'm not very active and sociable in general. But it does mean so, so much to me to see the reception to the tag. I'm not under any illusion that I'll have any grand lasting legacy in alterhuman communities--and that's fine, because no one needs to have one, and I'm an uncharismatic lurker who would probably panic and run away if I got too many followers anywhere LMAO. But if I can do anything to promote or inspire discussion on humanity, even if only on small pockets of the Internet, that's more than I could possibly hope for.
...That's a bit overly sappy, but fuck it I'll stand by it
kthxbai 🫶