I'm here and I'm Queer

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DEGENERATE CYBORG SENDS GARBAGE ADVICE DIRECTLY THROUGH YOUR FIREWALL

Open.your.mind.

girl reading book on bed
girl reading book on bed
Bright living room with modern inventory
Bright living room with modern inventory

Iris is a degenerate cyborg who constantly finds herself in trouble with the law enforcment. With no pack to call her own, she wanders around aimlessly, pondering the deeper meanings of existence. She often delves into the realm of metaphysics, questioning the nature of reality and her place within it. Iris is a complex individual, struggling to find her purpose in a world that constantly rejects her. Her cyborg nature sets her apart from the rest of society, and she is often met with fear and suspicion. Despite her troubled past and uncertain future, Iris continues to ponder the mysteries of the universe, seeking a sense of belonging and understanding in a world that often seems indifferent to her presence.

WHAT'S TWISTIN THIS BITCHES TIT?

IS YOUR FAVORITE TOPIC, THE END OF THE WORLD?

MY NAME IS SOMEONE

SOMETHING JR.

AM I REAL? DO I MATTER? WHAT'S THE POINT?

PICK YOUR READING

ENTER YOUR CHOICE BELOW

CONFORMITY VS ANARCHY

I'M FINDING IT DIFFICULT TO REMAIN A CONTRIBUTOR A CAPITALISTIC SOCIETY AND STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND PEOPLE LIVING IN ANTIQUATED NORMS..

ASKING FOR A FRIEND

I WAS SERVED WITH DIVORCE

PAPERS, NOW WHAT?

Donation Portal

"Iris, what is that?" I asked, staring at the giant, pulsating blob of neon pink goo that was currently occupying our living room couch.

"It's art," she declared proudly, adjusting her welding goggles. "I call it 'Sentient Jell-O: A Commentary on the Fluidity of Existence.'"

I gingerly poked the blob. It jiggled ominously and emitted a low, guttural moan.

"It's... alive?" I squeaked.

Iris shrugged. "Maybe a little. I might have accidentally downloaded some questionable code from the dark web."

Just then, the blob extended a pseudopod and latched onto my ankle.

"Iris!" I yelped, hopping on one foot. "Make it stop!"

"Hmm," she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "I'm not sure I can. But hey, at least it's unique, right?"

I sighed, resigning myself to my fate as a sentient Jell-O's new best friend. Life with Iris was definitely an adventure.

-cat

Raising funds to promote and support women in cybersecurity

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The tarot reading was surprisingly accurate and insightful. If you can get past the fact that IRIS is a miserable bitch, it's a decent experience

Sarah Palin

★★★★★
★★★★★

Iris is so deep, her subconscious is basically a Mariana Trench of existential angst and philosophical pondering.

-Bob Barker

Get a different perspective from an unlikly source.

A Cyborg on the run with a taste for 1000 thread count Egyptian Cotton.

Leaking oil on your bathroom flooor

Fact: Cybrg shit is full of iron ore