[My portrait goes here, I think!]
「夢か?」—“Is this a dream?”
“BlueCat” by Youko Kanno
My friend met me when I was covered in blood. Err, his blood. And not covered, it was streaming past me through the water. It’s a long story. Anyway! That’s how I got my name: his first words were, “Is this a dream?” And we’ve been best friends ever since (2018!).
A lot has happened since then. A lot of death, things like that. More blood, less blood. Significantly less blood, actually. A healthy amount of sex.
Neurodivergent: Autistic, Synaesthete, Systemmate, Non-binary, Non-human, Paraphile, Zero personal interest in and empathy for real humans aside from my friends (cover your face and I’ll care; regardless, I’m still polite), Sadist (not the sexy, conscious, or consensual kind—my brain responds to human terror with joy and excitement), Sensory impositionist, Narcolepsy when insufficiently stimulated (driving’s boring as fuck so I immediately pass out behind the wheel)
Synaesthesias: Mirror-touch with a variety of non-human lifeforms and inanimate objects, ASMR, sounds have colour, light has taste, footsteps make music, textures have colour and sound, olfactory and visual flashbacks (usually of quite pleasant food!)
Interpersonal: Platonic, Romantic, Aesthetic, and Sexual attraction to masculine figures capable of precise, effective, and coordinated violence; Sexual attraction to femininity when stressed (zero regard for and interest in women otherwise, with the exception of my friends’ daughters and sisters, and those who can kill or maim me and/or my boyfriends in close combat)