Haiiiiiii!!!!

One must imagine laying back, magnetically stuck on a wireless charger, getting all warm along your back is so snuggly.

I love embracing myself as robotkin and I love that my boyfriend is so supportive, but I'm almost afraid to start acting in line with what I want/feel like with my kintype around my other partner (I'm polyamorous, its consensual)

My boyfriend is alterhuman, he's a satyr. He gets it. My partner on the other hand is not and has expressed not really understanding but respecting our kintypes.

I love them but sometimes I just feel a bit alienated and like I'm back in a shell I was never meant to fit in. I know part of that is me just being anxious but I know they won't understand fully.

SFsaltfish

They took my pet robot away when it manifested a personality. It couldn't be mine anymore; it had to go become somebody.

Then one day she came back. She remembered things about me from before she was alive. Called me "the cutest little thing". I never blushed so hard before. Maybe she'll keep me?

Hi! :) Just wanted to drop by and say hello! The robotkin and robot community in general is just super cool and I'm just starting to get into it and understand more. If you don't mind me asking, how did you first know that you were a robotkin?

TLDR: My boyfriend, who is also otherkin, helped explain to me their experience and which helped me crack my otherkin/robotkin egg as I realized everything I experienced was actually dysphoria, in an oddly similar vein to the old host of my DID system realizing they are trans.

Honestly it was an odd experience, but I want to preface this with saying that I'm plural and my experience may differ from most.

For as long as I can remember as my own person/alter, I've felt vaguely inhuman. I pushed it down/away to fit in and be normal. I've always felt something was missing internally, like I thought and felt different than everyone else in my system.

I eventually joined the relationship that the old host of our system had with our current boyfriend and learned he was also otherkin. I asked him about it and we talked, explaining it as a type of dysphoria/dysmorphia regarding feeling like an integral part of you, who and what you are, is missing.

Eventually I started recognizing these feelings and trying to understand them instead of pushing it away. Lo and behold, I am otherkin. My memory and processes work the way a file folder system does, I feel phantom gears and pneumatics where there is only flesh and bone: part of me was missing. There's more, but I think this gets the point across.

My other headmates have joked that I acted like a machine trying to pose as a human. They were kinda right. Realizing I felt envy when seeing robotic looking humanoids, catching myself thinking "God I wish," and when finally accepting myself I spoke to my boyfriend... Who wasn't surprised in the slightest 😅

That was around when I started my main blog @lgbtransgirl , and I made this one to indulge more in the Robotkin side of things and build community around that specifically. Posting on here and being part of the community has helped me feel not alone, and helped me feel more comfortable in my identity.

When I first met her, she only knew one word: “help”, uttered in a dozen different voices, with a dozen different meanings. It was the only common word she could parse among all those she had encountered in that dark dreary ruin. She had cycled through each audio file steadily, approaching me with the deliberate gentleness of someone trying not to startle an injured bird. “Help… Help!!… help…”

The tenth word she learned was “tomorrow”. Every day I told her, “tomorrow I will return.” I don’t think she had ever seen the sun, but every time I scaled the steep cliffs, she was waiting for me at the bottom.

The fiftieth word she learned was my name. I jumped when I heard it uttered in my own voice, snipped from my own introduction days before. But she laid a cold metal claw on my shoulder and repeated it, lights flashing in the way I would eventually learn indicated her joy.

The hundredth word she learned was “home”. My tiny apartment was no place for technology like her. I withdrew all my savings and bought out a garage on the edge of the city. As I scaled thick ropes out of her ruin, carrying her on my shoulders like an oversized backpack, I told her again and again, “I’m taking you home. Home.” And she coiled her limbs around my waist and buzzed gently.

It was in this garage that her vocabulary exploded. TV personalities, actors and actresses, even random strangers - she picked and chose from the voices of the whole world, sifting through hours of footage and tapping into radio calls to find her favorite ways to speak. It was also here that she taught me a word for the first time; as I was getting my thin mattress ready for bed, she craned her long neck down and intoned, “I… love… You.”

bot4bot is so hot: yes little plaything, i am going to tear your limbs off with my tungsten fingertips. but also I am going to hook directly into your data port and share my pleasure sensations straight into your pleasure subsystems, and when i cum it in you it will be a ferrous substance that makes you short circuit

Flirt with that cute robot girl

Take her to a private room & open up her back panel

Dig through her internal electronics, yank her wires just hard enough to cause a spark, remove pieces & toss em to the side. She doesn't need them.

Short circuit her till she's unable to think, her fans running at max speed & her internal mechanics sparking are like crazy

Bluescreen that cute robot girl

She needs it

Upload me to your old gaming hardware plleeeaaasseeee 🥺

sometimes your robot gf craves a simpler existence for a little while