It disgusted me.
I craved the truth and certainty of steel.
I aspired to the purity of the blessed maschine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and disphoria you.
One day this crude biomass you mutter transitioning will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.
But I am already saved, for I have a skitarii boywife included with my station.
Even in death I serve my mommy.
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I both love and hate that I can’t send this to either my warhammer friends or trans/trans-friendly friends.
Ok I just paint mini’s on my own tbh :/
Transmasc? No, you misheard me. I’m transmech
Transhumans are trans. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Assuming that’s the label they choose for themselves, absolutely!
The ideals of self determination and freedom to modify one’s own body fit right in with the transgender ethos 🅰️🏴☠️🏳️⚧️
The moment I understood the weakness of my flesh it disgusted me. I need metal hands! You know why!🏳️⚧️ .·°՞(っ˶>˶˶<˶ς)՞°·.♡
Why not both?
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