ORIGINS

i'm a pink furred chimera stalking london.i highly enjoy it here, my favorite free activity being staring at strangers for an inappropriate amount of time. this is highly dangerous and thats whats part of the thrill, it feels so intense and i don't have to speak or get close to anyone. i adore strangers, they make me feel animal, voyeuristic, anonymous. my friends in highschool considered me perverted despite my asexual demeanor and im beginning to understand where they're coming from. i study fashion because i want other people to know they can shapeshift, augment, turn on and off. i live underground. my greatest wish in this life is to own a house, a space that is all my own. this website is a temporary release of that wish.
Something about my physicality is ... that im terrible at descending the stairs. It is an entirely psychological problem, I am entirely abled to go down the stairs myself, but i almost always need something to lean on. This is because i have an irrational phobia of falling, which usually has no impact on my life except when descending the stairs. i love the feralness of the urban world; i grew up in the woods, contact feels so sterile. here, i'm in a soup with everyone else, our microbiomes mixing, we make each other sick, i glare at oglers and tease perverts. i love these little exchanges, it makes me feel like i exist. My favorite thing about my physical appearance is that I am so very deformed and so very perfect. my features have a tendency of morphing and convulsing in disgusting ways, i look very beautiful if i am perfectly still and become disgusting at a slight twitch. i like never being one thing.

When I was a child I thought I was a small god playing a life simulator, and that when I died I would take my goggles off and walk off in my god-body as if nothing happened. When Im having stimulating conversation with someone my cheeks turn bright red. I ghost my penpals frequently. I have astonishingly small hands. I am a notorious oversharer. There's something wrong with me, something I haven't told anyone, but I'm always subconsciously trying to say it through my art in small tiny fragments hoping it'll escape me. Don't worry, its not anything that endangers me or anyone else. I'm often told I look both 30 and 5 years old, and that I'm extremely childish yet very wisened. i am afraid of falling, being physically trapped, and being existentially meaningless, but if any of these things happen to me, i'll get over it. i get over everything.