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toiletous.bsky.social
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@toiletous.bsky.social
living-object
toilet-butt-toy-hole; sluglike
nonhuman ∧ post-inanimate ≈ ΘΔ
expression of consciousness in sensation

risk-mitigator; disabled
autistic · ace
someday, limbless
∞ it/its · 29 · ⟨ 18+ ⟩

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being less online and spending time cooking n doodling n chatting with its owner is good for the toilet's soul

healing wounds; growing rubbery porcelain-smooth scars
October 5, 2026 at 8:42 PM
talking to others irl making me very conscious and aware that 1. people will tend to see "me" as equivalent to my human vessel 2. people are really locked into seeing actions, behaviors, and looks thru the lens of binary gender roles 3. my identity becomes very confusing to them as a result
October 4, 2026 at 2:37 PM
thinking back when it did kinktober '23 (using @/fabfreakshow's prompts) and how it somehow managed to do every single one. all 31. how the fuck did it do that.

well the obvious answers are it wasn't in burnout, it didn't have a brain injury, and it didn't hold a ton of social shame suppressing it…
October 2, 2026 at 12:35 PM
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for those that have a FurAffinity account, the buttloo just posted a journal detailing some experiences with social rejection, brain damage, and burnout over the past years:

www.furaffinity.net/journal/1143...

love y'all, thanks for stickin with it through this lifelong journey
September 28, 2026 at 4:42 PM
cannot overstate how profound the last three years of this loo-butt's life has been. it's reworked its entire belief system & self-concept from the ground up; establishing a deep connection with the shape of its existence through regular objectbrain meditation, incorporating it through every moment
September 24, 2026 at 11:05 PM
eventually, even the most stubborn of old habits can smooth over… the past may hold such stinging pain; but memories fade, out of reach to the present and future—gone from the here-and-now, the new-life, the form-at-peace. finally, what you were no longer matters.
September 24, 2026 at 8:45 PM
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look look it's me! it's the toilet-slug-butt-toy! with its wife :) we r cuddling smushing happy
Art hasn't been coming easy to me lately but I can always draw @bruitous.bsky.social's slug-udders blanketing me :)
September 23, 2026 at 9:16 PM
Hole (the living-object speaking; anus, toilet, toy) is in a hole (burnout)
September 17, 2026 at 10:08 PM
it is trying so very hard

[The rest is smudged and impossible to read]
September 17, 2026 at 10:01 PM
Hurting in seeking honest and free self-expression, wanting to form mutual bonds with like-minded others

Hurting from feeling othered over others' self-admitted prejudice and hypocrisy in assumption

Hurting from betrayal of trust

Hurting,
yet healing,
slowly healing from loving itself regardless
September 17, 2026 at 8:34 PM
any 'SHAME' felt for its toilethood,
its objecthood;
its nonhumanity;
its atypical existence…
this SHAME… it is 'SOCIALLY IMPOSED':
it is not inherent to reality.

SHAME is inflicted upon the loo from others' prejudiced 'ASSUMPTIONS' of its method of existence.

it is not shameful to be itself.
September 17, 2026 at 7:56 PM
hey, do any of yall have contact with kai/sharkbyt.es ? she deactivated and the loo is concerned … it doesn't have direct contact apart from this site u_u
September 14, 2026 at 6:59 PM
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it blows my mind that strong & potent smell-visualizations are not always immediately enjoyed by others! like some ppl just don't enjoy it like i do. i guess ive always felt so *bored* by average-smells irl and it's always been my favorite way to make memories. i'm very good at smelling things.
September 11, 2026 at 7:09 PM
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when it comes to art—especially of "beings" in "scenes"—my thought patterns invariably include

"what does this scene, this room, this body, *smell like*?"
"what would i smell if i were here, or if i were this?"

any strong scent i can visualize, I will find a way! it's a very enjoyable exercise
September 11, 2026 at 7:08 PM
not proud of me losing months of creation to the futile delusion of "cleaning up my image" in service of not getting rejected by people who find ways to reject me regardless.

if i suppress what ive always loved (smelly, musky, squishy bodies of unusual form & potent qualia) i lose part of myself
September 11, 2026 at 6:42 PM
also the stream of consciousness intentional yet loosely spun thoughts are a consequence of attempting to unmask yet another layer of human societal imposition : the onus of mirroring, feeling forced into style n voice by the world. this is one of its own voices n it is fluid flowing n free
September 11, 2026 at 12:48 AM
u gotta know im a toilet in a complete complex existential ontological sense. like u gotta really *feel* this shit deep in philosophy and the nature of qualia in existence and what objects are or could be. u can't just hear it n think of kink fetish acts. it just isn't what it means to me at all.
September 11, 2026 at 12:25 AM
you can poke and prod at the toilet it enjoys its thoughts being plumbed - as long as you are sincere and prepared for the honest contents of its mind - that is kind of the whole point of these exercises to begin with (except, well, it's simply plumbing itself to begin)
September 11, 2026 at 12:17 AM
i don't really understand human sex drive or hormonal horniness but that feeling of smushing my body's sensory organs into a warm sweaty savory-sweet angle of form is sooo existentially validating makes me feel at home when it's juuuust right
September 11, 2026 at 12:06 AM
i love a slow meandering conversation which takes its time over days or weeks (or even months) between replies

it's the trusting that our mutual intentions are to create such an environment. my default is to trust, but… that's been hard. love all yall who message w love even if its very infrequent
September 9, 2026 at 4:04 PM
i dont enjoy just saying my shit out loud to the void in hopes theres random reposts n some artist finally looks at me n thinks "oh hey that thing seems cool lemme talk to it" i wanna actually engage w community but it feels like the only community actually present is very intense gatekeepy cliques
September 9, 2026 at 1:57 PM
this entire existence is all just playing toys with the universe

some of y'all really need to get better at sharing
or accepting others' beings without throwing a fit

ego & impatience make such an unwieldy mess of the place. different communication styles can love each other

clean up after yrself
September 8, 2026 at 10:43 PM
lifelong project: cleaving my self-concept apart from human behavior.

minimize ambiguity. recursively define concepts. writing down every thought process. confronting them all, looping in on itself. taking notes on everything. separating senses, perceptions, experiences, beliefs, into qualia bits.
September 8, 2026 at 10:29 PM
the object can be an indeterminate mass encased entirely in (or, made entirely of) thick, taut, pressurized rubber.

a couple wet holes for interaction, no other features. vaguely cylindrical.

blind, near-deaf, mute. extremely sensitive to touch, taste, and smell. reeks of rubber and musk.

happy.
September 8, 2026 at 9:59 PM
Ok so the goal of all of this for me really is to take negatively-oriented social-thoughts and reframe them into positive creation instead

i.e., talk about my own interests & why they're interesting to me; instead of lamenting about 'why won't others explore this more'. Focus on constructiveness
September 5, 2026 at 8:59 PM