dream

I dreamed I had four arms, two sets of two. In my dream, they were kind of golden-tan(?) and capable. I remember thinking how cool it was that I could control them all independently, do four different things at a time. Nobody was freaked out, just surprised and maybe a little envious.

Before that, I dreamed of Boris. He was lean, healthy, and looked at me with those big, smart eyes for a long moment before he started purring.

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I want representation in which I can see myself, or space for someone like me (assuming there's more than one). What I don't want, what I get tired of almost enough to cry, is representation whose titular aim should be to represent me, but whose delivered images can only lead me to believe that the exclusion of people like me is systemic (though it may not be conscious).