Mono | 21 | he/him | disabled + cane user | marxist
hullo hullo, as you probably already know from the homepage and the big letters right there, i'm Mono. this is my about page.

apologies in advance if my wording sucks, i tend to type how i talk and i'm bad at talking. the lowercase and comic sans is a conscious choice though.

also if you want to directly contact me for whatever reason, my email is cobblestonefromneocities@gmail.com / my discord is friends-only
STATUS:
MOOD: god my eyes hurt why did i make site red
LISTENING TO: Gender is Boring - She/Her/hers
READING: Buddha and The Gospel of Buddhism
WATCHING: Spongebob Second Season
PLAYING: Goonstation SS13
EATING: apple :3
DRINKING: MUG ROOT BEER !!
BEEPSKY?: YES
STAMPS AND GRAPHICS AND OTHER THANGS:
some more stuff about me:
  • gay transsexual on the aroace spectrum
  • on biweekly testosterone injections. post mastectomy (Nov. 2021) and post hysterectomy (Feb. 2023)
  • i'm an aspiring horror game dev !! i can't write worth shit !! ask me about my 3 seperate games im barely working on
  • im a digital artist before anything else but that chronic pain and fatigue kicks my ass so i don't draw as often as i want to
  • i like skeletons and bones. my favorite bones are the sacrum and scapula
  • i wanna be the guy that puts all the sand in the desert

favorite adventure game quotes or whatever:

"When a man and a woman love each other very much, they go into a room and shut the door, and bolt it with at least three locks..."

"...and prop a chair under the doorknob... so no one can get in... or out."

"Then they take off their clothes and get out... a large variety of scalpels... some curved, some short, all of them sharp."

"And then the man climbs on the woman... and then they... with the barbed wire, they..."

-Harvester (1996)

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO INSTANT.
FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

-I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream (1996)

With bony hands I hold my partner

On soulless feet we cross the floor

The music stops as if to answer

An empty knocking at the door

It seems his skin was sweet as mango

When last I held him to my breast

But now we dance this grim fandango

And will four years before we rest

-Grim Fandango (1998)


my lil stamp collection: