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So I've been having frustrations with the guys on Grindr lately. I told them to ChatGPT and it wrote me up a post to share with you guys.
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Hey there, fellow members of askgaybros!
I wanted to bring up a topic that has been on my mind lately and hear your thoughts on it. Let's chat about Grindr and how things seem to be shifting, especially when it comes to the increasing number of straight or bi-curious men on the app. Now, don't get me wrong—our community is all about embracing diverse sexual preferences without judgment.
So, here's the deal. When I was living in sunny California, it was pretty easy to find other gay guys to connect with. The options were plentiful, and it was a great experience overall. But ever since I moved to Colorado, things have changed. It's become more challenging to find gay men who are looking for similar connections. Instead, it feels like the app is flooded with profiles of guys seeking more feminine presenting individuals, like cross dressers, sissies, and lingerie wearers.
Now, I'm all for celebrating different tastes and preferences. Love is love, and inclusivity is important to our community. But let's be honest, sometimes we just want to connect with other gay guys, right?
I'm curious to know if any of you have experienced something similar in your areas. How have you dealt with this shift? Have you found effective ways to connect with other gay men who share your desires? Let's share our stories, offer advice, and support each other in navigating this evolving landscape.
Lastly, I want to touch on the topic of "masc4masc" culture. We've all had our opinions on it, and they may have evolved over time. Given the current dynamics on Grindr, I find myself understanding why some guys use this phrase as a way to express their preferences and filter through profiles. Is this appropriate?
So, my fellow gaybros, let's have an open and honest discussion about our experiences on Grindr and how we can adapt to these changes. Share your insights, challenges, and maybe even some tips and tricks that have worked for you!
I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts and learning from your experiences. Together, let's create a supportive space where we can discuss the evolving dynamics of Grindr and connect with like-minded gay men.
Thanks for being a part of this amazing community!

Almost every group has an in-group bias. This is true especially for men, everyone who knows the world can see how men have an enormous in-group bias. But this is still somehow denied by many who argue that male intrasexual competition is a proof of how small the in-group bias is that men have: Men usually see each other as competitors, not as friends; meanwhile women usually see each other as friends, not as competitors (right??). But the reality is that in-group competition doesn't make in-group bias impossible.
Examples:

• White people in the U.S. had historically an in-group bias (whites over blacks), yet they killed each other in masses in the Civil War.
• Europeans had an in-group bias (Europeans over non-Europeans), yet they slaughtered each other in masses throughout all of history, just look at the 20th century.
• Muslims in the Middle East have an in-group bias (Muslims over non-Muslims), yet they still fight many wars against each other.

There are countless other examples. It's nothing unusual for a group to have a high in-group bias, yet have a lot of in-group competition. Sometimes it looks like in-group competition is worse than competition between different groups, maybe because you are more angry when "your own tribe" does something bad, because you expect it from people who are not part of your tribe. But the most obvious reason is that you have more contact with members of your own tribe than with members from other tribes.
There's a lot of male intrasexual competition - men who bully other men for not being "masculine" enough ("sissy", "soyboy"), men who are violent against other men who stand in their way (most organised crime), men who want to put restrictions on other men's success (regulations to crush down competition, restrictions on immigration) men who spread lies and rumors about other men ("gay", "small dick"), and it's true that all of this combined is far worse than female intrasexual competition - yet this goes hand in hand with an enormous male in-group bias. You can see this in the fact that masculine identity is still portrayed as being good for being not feminine (rational>irrational, stoic>hysterical, etc.); that men vote in higher rates for right-wing/conservative parties who think female empowerment has gone too far and who want to solve every societal problem with "more masculinity"; how manosphere podcasts gain millions of followers by telling men that masculinity is "under attack" and women are privileged; and of course the reluctance to talk about the problems with male intrasexual competition (especially male-on-male violence), which can be seen with the reaction to the term "toxic masculinity."
The biggest examples for male in-group bias are probably the facts that (1) male in-group bias is often times outright denied and there are even people who believe in the opposite, a pro-female bias who is not only present among women, but also among men ("women-are-wonderful effect"), which is very likely a part of a men-are-wonderful effect ("we men are so good, we don't even have an in-group bias"); and that (2) male intrasexual competition is often blamed on women, as they supposedly only want the men on the top, so that men are "forced" to viciously compete with each other with all possible methods to have a chance to pass on their genes. Blaming in-group violence on an out-group is probably the absolute best example for an in-group bias. "Men insult, beat, deceive each other at high rates? Well, but women like the bad boys, so whose fault is it really?" There are actually people who think this seriously. This shows how male in-group bias makes many people reluctant to talk about male-on-male mistreatment. It's not contradictory. On the other hand it's probably the lack of a strong in-group bias among women that makes women more open to talk about female-on-female mistreatment. This is why a term like "toxic femininity" could never become a controversy, it's not like talking about problems with female intrasexual competition is anything new.
If there's a female privilege, it's the possibility to easily criticize bad female-on-female behavior; men criticizing bad male-on-male behavior have it much more difficult because of the male in-group bias.

Hi! It’s me… Adam… So uhhh… I… ran turned my tail escaped I went away, okay!?
…
…yeah.
Hey, don’t judge me, that’s totally fine and normal!
You know, I just needed some time for myself.
You ever tried putting yourself back together after war? It isn't easy, or at least I don't find it to be. I don't know, call me a sissy, but I don't actually like war, I don't take pleasure from killing, but it is part of my job, a big part of it and if the universe continues the way it is, I am going to see war a lot more often.
I wish it didn't affect me so much.
I wish I had a better way of handling it.
People think I'm a strong person, but they're wrong.
There are plenty of people who could take up my mantle and do a more badass job. They wouldn't grow sick as the sight of carnage, and they wouldn't hesitate to put the armor back on.
I'm not like that...
I'm a coward.
If my friends knew... Well, I have no idea what they would think of me.
But that's why I had to take some time.
Since my first injury, I have never been totally alone. There was always someone there to check on me, or care for me, there was always someone there to help me deal with my issues. I don't think I ever figured out how to take care of myself, which is why I decided to take this trip, alone.
The others didn't understand it... well, one of them did but he still didn't like it, but If I am being honest, it will be good for them... Especially her... The last thing I want to do is make it so we can't function alone.
I think it’s called... Codependency or something?
I don't know, sounds like the sort of thing I'd get caught up in.
I suppose it's for all those reasons that I ended up here…
Back on my way to a certain planet…
Looking out the window, I can see Anum suspended against the sky, glassy in shades of blue, purple and green, like a lucky marble. It almost feels as if I can reach out and touch it.
The last time I saw this place, it was receding into the distance.
I lost a lot here…
My comrades…
My leg…
…and my mind for a short time.
Now it kind of makes me laugh to think that a piece of me was left behind, to fertilize some of the plant matter. Of course, it looks a bit different now that the dark season has abated.
I had only ever seen the place when it was covered in ash, but it's actually quite beautiful.
The pilot of the shuttle is pretty average, and I only feel like tightening my hands on the seatbelts just a little as we enter the atmosphere.
Fire rolls up around us, as friction begins to heat up the outer hull.
Around me men and aliens alike rock in their seats.
Most of them are miners, coming here to work on extracting the precious metals from below Anum's surface.
Personally, I prefer asteroid mining, but statistics say that is more dangerous and expensive, so of course corporations like it a lot less, and besides, all of this was sort of just a massive pissing contest with the GA, forcing the Drev to pay for the damages caused during war.
I don't think they should, but who am I to give my opinion.
I'm just a random unimportant soldier.
It doesn't take us long to leave the atmosphere, and it isn't long before we are looking down at a massive open mining operation. The face of Anum has been scoured with a massive, terraced hole, overrun by machines and workers cutting into the stone. Volcanoes pipe smoke in the distance.
The scars of industry really are ugly sometimes.
I've seen pictures of Anum during the bright season, without the machinery.
It's honestly very beautiful, but maybe I'm a bit biased. It's the one part of home that Sunny misses, and I've always wanted to see it for myself. With all the times we've gone to Earth, you think we'd have visited her home planet too, but I guess the cosmos has just never taken us this way.
Red lights blink above the doors, and I unbuckle my harness, pull on my bag and gear with the rest of the miners, though I'm not here for the same reason they are. Boots clatter loudly on the ramp below our feet, and I head outside.
It smells clean and cool, though for a distant tang of sulfur.
You barely notice it though, less bad than visiting the hot springs at Yellowstone, so your nose adjusts quickly.
The sky overhead is blue, just like on earth, though the ground beyond the launch pad is an amalgamation of rainbow color. I have to blink a few times to adjust my vision, pulling up the eyepatch to take a look from my mechanical eye and its UV filter.
"Holy shit."
It's beautiful, the sheer amount of color is astonishing. It’s like the lucky charms’ leprechaun had some sort of horrific accident.
The miners ignore me and continue on their way towards the docking pad.
I don't plan on following.
I am not here for them.
I drop the patch back over my eye, and adjust the bag over my shoulder, striking it out into the bush, barely looking back. No one notices, or cares, and it isn't long before the launch field and the mining operation disappears over the horizon.
Anum's circumference is just a little smaller than that of earth with the horizon eating up anything beyond that around three miles.
Gravity is somewhat lessened too, which makes it easier as I walk.
My boots are silent against the multicolored moss at my feet, this stuff is teal in color. Little white flowers spring up from the surface, like clover back home. A light gust of wind rolls past me, causing the flowers to ripple. I lift my head, closing my eyes and allowing the wind to carry with it distant smells.
This is the same wind that Sunny would have known growing up, the same feeling under her feet.
I decide to stop a couple miles out under the meager shade of a coiltree. I have never actually seen one before now, and I can see now why it's called a coiltree. Honestly it looks like something straight out of a Dr. Seus book, striped up the trunk and with branches that curl into spirals. More little white blossoms erupt from the trunk, and between those are little white berries.
I seem to recall those being edible.
…
Right?
Well might as well try…
Reaching up, I pluck one or two down from the branches and pop them into my mouth. Though the skin is white, the berries juice stains my hands purple. One of them is horrifically sour, but the other is pleasantly sweet, probably more ripe than the other, though I can't yet tell the difference between them.
I sit there under the tree for a little while, looking out across the lonely landscape. Something is moving on the distant horizon, though I can't exactly tell what they are, a herd of some sort of animal or another. They are very tall as far as I can tell, just a little shorter than the coiltree.
As a last moment decision, I kick off my boots, and strip my socks, tying them to my bag before standing.
The moss is very soft under my feet, erupting upwards between my toes like a shag carpet, but you know… much less hideous.
My footsteps are even softer now, though the prosthetic clatters sometimes when metal hits stone.
Sweat runs down my back, sides, and front.
I have no idea where I am going, but I know they will see me soon enough.
They have patrol parties out here, and if they aren't watching me already, then they will be soon enough.
I keep walking heading parallel to the volcanic chain.
For the most part, my hike is uneventful, except for that time that I stepped on something slimy and wriggly. I hate to admit it, but I squealed like an idiot and nearly fell over, only made worse when I looked down and saw the giant pale maggot burrowing into the moss and underground.
I nearly gagged, and my skin crawled.
Sunny had mentioned those, though I forgot their names.
They lived primarily off of decomposing plant and animal material, very common in areas where war had continued.
I didn't like it, but it was probably one of those nasty suckers that ate my leg.
Ew...
Gross.
I contemplated putting my boots back on, but kept walking instead.
A group of unknown flying critters appear overhead. They have two sets of membranous wings, kind of like those of a bat, no tail though, just a long rail of fur like the streamer of a kite.
These ones are bright colors like pink and yellow.
Pretty cool!
It’s nice to walk in the silence, though after a while my brain devolves into humming the Star Wars theme, and then singing stupid songs, dancing around and hopping about from one foot to another, as I badly sing the choruses to all the songs I know.
My eye of the tiger rendition probably left something to be desired, though I doubt anyone out here would know the difference.
Then comes the stupid dialogs with myself as I try to imagine what Krill, Conn and Sunny would say about all this.
"Commander, I will have you know that your behavior is highly disquieting, I insist we get an MRI on your brain to make sure you have not developed a severe case of bilateral goop disease."
"What kind of dumbass just goes wandering around with no idea where he's going. The dumbass kind of dumbass."
"Adam, I need you to understand that Anum is a dangerous place. I know you grew up on earth, but there are still things that can go wrong on Anum. Do you know how common surprise hot springs are. What if you fell in and died!?”
Speaking of which…
Thanks, imaginary Sunny, I totally forgot about that…
Other than that, what can go wrong?
I’m just a simple human on the Drev home planet…
It is a bright shiny day, the temperature is perfect, nothing someone like me can't handle. Oh, and is that a crunchy pink orb I see? I fucking love those, they taste so good.
I hop over the rocks, my feet warm on the moss, and reach down to pluck one of the spheres from its short stumpy stem.
Awww yesss crunchy orbs!
Time to… oh…
And that's when the spear appears at my throat.
Shit!
I drop my hand back and look up to see a Drev that is at least three feet taller than me, holding his massive spear, orange eyes narrowed.
Holy shit, I didn't even hear hehim coming!
Honestly, I should have seen them coming long before anything else, bright fuchsia as they were.
"Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish."
They jab the spear at my neck, and the obsidian lined head cuts through my skin like butter.
Oh shit, uh, my translator is not picking up shit. Guess these guys have a different accent than we're used to. I rack my brains trying to remember how to speak what little I know, but it seems that it has all fled me when I needed it the most.
"Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish!?"
I stumble backwards onto my butt and hands.
Shit shit.
SHIT!
I hold up a hand.
"Cheeyat neahasan!"
Shit I forgot to conjugate the verb…
Damn I must look like an idiot yelling “to speak slow!” at the top of my lungs.
However, my botched attempt at speaking seems to work, and they pull back.
"Tsa dzhal Cheeyish?”
Oh, I understood that one,
"Yid zhe cheeyi dzhal."
(“yes, yes I speak Drev.”)
"Neahasan."
(”Slowly anyway.”)
They pull back.
I don't know why, but I'm getting a female vibe off this one.
I can't tell though, Drev voices all tend to be rather deep.
"Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish?"
She says it slower this time, and all around her I watch as a small group of other Drev move to flank me from the sides.
They are listening very intently.
I think I understand this time, the rough translation being:
(”Who are you and what are you doing?”)
"Zhe zhegingi s tsak eeda cheeyat."
(”I want to speak with your leader.”)
My voice is halting, and I am butchering the pronunciation, but they seem to get my request.
She trusts the spear at me,
"Tsaee!"
I hold up my hands,
"Woah woah, easy easy... I uh."
Shit what was the word for “to learn”?
"Zhe....zhengingi hak tsa... "
Damn it... I can't remember,
"um... Rekazat nin dzhal... Rekazazh?“
Oh wow, that sounds really intelligent. I wanted to learn from them but instead apparently, I “want to know what they know.” riveting conversationalist that I am…
She stares at me confused.
In frustration I point at her spear,
"Zhe zhengingi... zheengat?"
(”I wanting to know to fight.”)
Uh this was going poorly. I clearly did not know as much of their language as I thought I did.
Wow excellent work there commander! That will convince them.
They look back and forth at each other, and fire off some quick shot dialogue that leaves my head spinning.
She turns to me and lowers her spear,
"S jya Hajish."
(”Come with us.”)
Great a sentence I understood.
It was in the next few hours that I was either going to live, or I was going to die horribly.
A pretty exciting time in my life.
And so I followed.
Not like I had a choice at this point…
[...]
The stone underneath my feet is hot and hard, the rays of the sun are blistering, and the metal sticks I keep getting clobbered over the head with hurt... A lot
Like really a lot!
Yeah, surprise surprise, I got myself accepted into the Drev clan.
Turns out that I don't exactly speak as well as I thought I did, so it took more than a little convincing to get their clan leader to allow me in.
Luckily, he knew of me at the very least and decided it would be an interesting experiment to see how tough humans really are.
Honestly, I think it was an excuse to watch the clan children beat the snot out of me.
I mean to be fair to myself, I am pretty sure I could win in a fight if the situation called for it, but come on! These are kids, I can't hit them!
Why am I fighting kids you ask?
Well because I am about as tall as the kids, well slightly smaller than them even.
With Drev growing anywhere from seven to ten feet tall, you can imagine that their kids are rather monstrous. These little beasts are about as tall as I am and way more vicious.
And when I say vicious, I mean vicious.
Their clan leader seems amused at my pain.
This guy is called “Lodnajasta” which roughly translates to "the one who watches" or something like that. Sunny calls them Sentinels, they are the military leaders and generally the strongest Drev. Drev clans are made up of a couple inner hierarchies. Their religious leader, their military leader, and a council of elder clan members who give their opinions on stuff.
They didn't seem too pleased on me being here, but the Sentinel seemed to want to settle something once and for all.
It seems as if he was being proven right.
I hit the ground hard, and rolled to the side as the little cretin charged after me.
This one is bright neon green, and he seems intent on taking my head off. He might succeed too. As he charges me, I see a potential opening to hit him, but at the last moment I pull my punch. I can't just hit the kid.
He doesn't have the same qualms, and I get plowed into the ground with a shoulder check.
Volcanic rock grates under my arms and knees as I hit the ground.
"Tizhitan, Tanana."
The sentinel says, crouching just outside the circle to mock me.
He's been saying that all day, which means it's a word I learned pretty fast: shameful.
Tanana is my new nickname apparently, means alien.
Either that or Kazga, which I have determined is actually some kind of curse word, along the same lines as moron, but with connotations more along the line of rude words a human may use to describe someone as mentally disabled. It is a pretty serious insult, and he only uses it on me when I have been a real idiot.
"Nizish, Tanana ,ee zheengish."
(”Stand up and fight!”)
I slowly crawl to my feet hurting,
"I can't fight them, they're kids!”
”Dazhit."
He's insulting me again.
Pretty sure that one is like calling me a bitch, though it probably has some other unknown meaning.
"Look. I'm sorry but where I am from, we don't hit kids."
He looks amused.
For some reason he can understand English, but the kids don't understand what I am saying, but I can hear them jeering at my back, with words like dazhit, tanana and Kazga. I don't know where their parents are, but I would consider washing their mouths out with soap.
"Juhkee tsa zhe tehish zheengat."
Im pretty sure I heard the words fight me in there.
I would argue with him, but I dug myself into this hole. I should have just shut up and clobbered the kid in the head, but no, instead, I opted to get my ass beat.
"Yid."
I respond a bit sullenly, and with chirps of glee, the children gather around the circle as their leader sets down his spear and steps inside.
"Tsa zhalish tahajeea."
I say pointing to his armor. Hardly seems far that I don't even get a shirt, or shoes for that matter. It was a fight just to keep my pants, especially when he pointed out that they don't wear clothing.
I never considered that until now, and somehow it made things weird.
He was naked except for armor, and I was only wearing pants, and with him towering over me I became suddenly aware of how tall he was, about nine feet tall if anyone is asking, which made him about three feet taller than yours truly.
As much time as I spend with Sunny, sometimes I forget how big Drev are supposed to be, even considering that her brother is absolutely monstrous.
He just grins at me, or at least the Drev version of a grin.
You can see it mostly in their eyes, a sort of grim malevolence that lets you know they have no trouble beating the shit out of you.
Excellent...
I have to crane my neck back to look up at him.
"Aleshash!"
It took me a moment to figure out what the word meant, and by the time I had figured it out, the fight was already over.
He hit me so hard I felt a rib crack, and that was before I went sprawling across the dirt and out of the circle, coming to rest at the feet of the young Drev, face down in the moss, gasping for air and unable to breathe through the pain.
The children chirped or laughed, whatever you call it.
I hurt.
I feel the sentinel's shadow fall over me as he kneels down at my side,
"Tsa dzhalal neh dakish zheengat, dit tsa dzhalakak tazheengish."
(”You are not ready to fight Drev, so you will fight children.”)
I groan, ribs burning.
The children continue to laugh, and the sentinel walks off.
The kids trail behind him.
I lay on the dirt, with my face in the moss and wish that I had just decided to stay home. Things had been rough for me lately, but I am beginning to wonder why I thought it was a good idea to come out here and make my life harder.
Sunny had told me about her past, how she was treated for being small, how she was considered to be a cripple and a liability to her clan.
Now here I was an actual cripple and a real liability.
What did I think I was doing?
"Tsa jirhash?"
(”Are you hurt?”)
I turn my head looking up to find the face of a very, very old Drev.
I can tell she is old because the color of her carapace. It darkens as the Drev age, and hers was almost brown, leaning towards black.
She is also bent over, lost at least two feet of height, but still she stands with some measure of dignity.
I blink at her.
"Ya hurt?"
She asks, I am taken aback a bit surprised to hear English coming from the mouth of a Drev.
I knew it was possible for them to produce some of our sounds, but Sunny and I had never tried.
"I uh... Zha neh rekazi?"
She looks me over with a critical eye, and before I can do much of anything, she reaches out and just, picks me up, like I weigh nothing, like she would hold a child.
To be fair, even as stooped as she is, she's about nine feet tall, which makes me think she would have been much taller in her youth.
I wince against the pain as she carries me away.
The sun is beginning to set and the sky has become a bright shade of pink. The rest of the clan has gone inside, though a few of the adults remain speaking and conversing with each other towards the head of the village.
She carries me in the opposite direction, to a small hut on the outskirts of the village. She has to duck through the door, but once inside there is enough room.
She sets me down at the far end where the moss is thick.
The hut has a pleasant smell, though I cannot describe what it is.
I grit my teeth past the pain as I slowly sit up.
"Lod tsa?"
(”Who are you?”)
I ask. I think I remember seeing her during that first meeting, but I don't remember who she is.
"Zha Hijan"
(”I am Hijan/Beautiful.”)
I frown in confusion, Hijan means beautiful or colorful so...
Oh wait, Drev often use adjectives as names. Like Chalan/Sunny or Kanan/Noble.
I forgot.
"Tsaee tsa lanish zha?"
(”Helping you why me?”)
"Tsaee tsa zha lanish?"
She corrects.
Oh, I forget they have a different sentence structure…
"Uh... Yeah, why are you helping me?"
"Dzhalka lana gingazh."
Something I don’t know... Need help?
I frown.
Dzhalka, wait, doesn't that mean baby or small child?
Wait did she just say “the baby needs help”!?
"Hold on, I am not a child."
She gives me a knowing look,
"Tsa jee?"
(”You're not?”)
"No. I'm not! On my planet I am a fully grown adult human. Look I honestly do thank you for helping me with the hospitality and all… But I think you might be confused."
Her eyes scrunch together in the way that Drev have when they smile,
"Tsa tsatse jekish."
(”You haven’t found yourself yet.”)
"Trying to find myself? Why would you think that?"
"Tsa dadzhatatal najish ee daeen dahajish. Kaan dzhalka lod dazha neh rekazash."
(”You may have left your home, that is the first step… but as long as you haven’t found yourself you are not an adult.”)
I shook my head in confusion,
"I left home... Only children don't know who they are... I'm confused…”
"Tsa Tsatse neh rekazish."
(”You don’t know who you are.”)
"I know who I am ok, I just... I needed to get out for a while and… and figure myself out..."
I paused.
Shit.
She smiled.
Goddammit…
I sighed.
Well, I had really put my foot in my mouth on that one I guess.
She walked over and handed me a piece of the pink orb fruit, and I took it gratefully and bit into it. It was sweet, so I assumed it was ripe. It made my mouth hurt with how sweet it was.
After that the old Drev moved about the hut, doing various tasks and clicking at me when I tried to get up.
At one point she even pointed a spear in my direction making it pretty clear that I was to stay down.
I did as told, resting back against the moss.
To be fair my rips were hurting so much, so it was more than fine to get some rest.
So yeah… it looks like I had been adopted by an old Drev granny named Hijan who was under the impression I was her new child...
That was…
Unexpected…
But I supposed I could roll with this.
It was nice to have a place to stay.
I fell asleep sometime later, woken up during the night, only to find her asleep to my right, curled up in the way a mother might while letting her child rest. One of her hands rested very close to my back.
Ok weird, but... Comforting.
And I had no trouble falling asleep for the rest of the night.
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Hi! It’s me… Adam… So uhhh… I…
ran
turned my tail
escaped
I went away, okay!?
…
…yeah.
...
Hey, don’t judge me, that’s totally fine and normal!
You know, I just needed some time for myself.
You ever tried putting yourself back together after war? It isn't easy, or at least I don't find it to be. I don't know, call me a sissy, but I don't actually like war, I don't take pleasure from killing, but it is part of my job, a big part of it and if the universe continues the way it is, I am going to see war a lot more often.
I wish it didn't affect me so much.
I wish I had a better way of handling it.
People think I'm a strong person, but they're wrong.
There are plenty of people who could take up my mantle and do a more badass job. They wouldn't grow sick as the sight of carnage, and they wouldn't hesitate to put the armor back on.
I'm not like that...
I'm a coward.
If my friends knew... Well, I have no idea what they would think of me.
But that's why I had to take some time.
Since my first injury, I have never been totally alone. There was always someone there to check on me, or care for me, there was always someone there to help me deal with my issues. I don't think I ever figured out how to take care of myself, which is why I decided to take this trip, alone.
The others didn't understand it... well, one of them did but he still didn't like it, but If I am being honest, it will be good for them... Especially her... The last thing I want to do is make it so we can't function alone.
I think it’s called... Codependency or something?
I don't know, sounds like the sort of thing I'd get caught up in.
I suppose it's for all those reasons that I ended up here…
Back on my way to a certain planet…
Looking out the window, I can see Anum suspended against the sky, glassy in shades of blue, purple and green, like a lucky marble. It almost feels as if I can reach out and touch it.
The last time I saw this place, it was receding into the distance.
I lost a lot here…
My comrades…
My leg…
…and my mind for a short time.
Now it kind of makes me laugh to think that a piece of me was left behind, to fertilize some of the plant matter. Of course, it looks a bit different now that the dark season has abated.
I had only ever seen the place when it was covered in ash, but it's actually quite beautiful.
The pilot of the shuttle is pretty average, and I only feel like tightening my hands on the seatbelts just a little as we enter the atmosphere.
Fire rolls up around us, as friction begins to heat up the outer hull.
Around me men and aliens alike rock in their seats.
Most of them are miners, coming here to work on extracting the precious metals from below Anum's surface.
Personally, I prefer asteroid mining, but statistics say that is more dangerous and expensive, so of course corporations like it a lot less, and besides, all of this was sort of just a massive pissing contest with the GA, forcing the Drev to pay for the damages caused during war.
I don't think they should, but who am I to give my opinion.
I'm just a random unimportant soldier.
It doesn't take us long to leave the atmosphere, and it isn't long before we are looking down at a massive open mining operation. The face of Anum has been scoured with a massive, terraced hole, overrun by machines and workers cutting into the stone. Volcanoes pipe smoke in the distance.
The scars of industry really are ugly sometimes.
I've seen pictures of Anum during the bright season, without the machinery.
It's honestly very beautiful, but maybe I'm a bit biased. It's the one part of home that Sunny misses, and I've always wanted to see it for myself. With all the times we've gone to Earth, you think we'd have visited her home planet too, but I guess the cosmos has just never taken us this way.
Red lights blink above the doors, and I unbuckle my harness, pull on my bag and gear with the rest of the miners, though I'm not here for the same reason they are. Boots clatter loudly on the ramp below our feet, and I head outside.
It smells clean and cool, though for a distant tang of sulfur.
You barely notice it though, less bad than visiting the hot springs at Yellowstone, so your nose adjusts quickly.
The sky overhead is blue, just like on earth, though the ground beyond the launch pad is an amalgamation of rainbow color. I have to blink a few times to adjust my vision, pulling up the eyepatch to take a look from my mechanical eye and its UV filter.
"Holy shit."
It's beautiful, the sheer amount of color is astonishing. It’s like the lucky charms’ leprechaun had some sort of horrific accident.
The miners ignore me and continue on their way towards the docking pad.
I don't plan on following.
I am not here for them.
I drop the patch back over my eye, and adjust the bag over my shoulder, striking it out into the bush, barely looking back. No one notices, or cares, and it isn't long before the launch field and the mining operation disappears over the horizon.
Anum's circumference is just a little smaller than that of earth with the horizon eating up anything beyond that around three miles.
Gravity is somewhat lessened too, which makes it easier as I walk.
My boots are silent against the multicolored moss at my feet, this stuff is teal in color. Little white flowers spring up from the surface, like clover back home. A light gust of wind rolls past me, causing the flowers to ripple. I lift my head, closing my eyes and allowing the wind to carry with it distant smells.
This is the same wind that Sunny would have known growing up, the same feeling under her feet.
I decide to stop a couple miles out under the meager shade of a coiltree. I have never actually seen one before now, and I can see now why it's called a coiltree. Honestly it looks like something straight out of a Dr. Seus book, striped up the trunk and with branches that curl into spirals. More little white blossoms erupt from the trunk, and between those are little white berries.
I seem to recall those being edible.
…
Right?
Well might as well try…
Reaching up, I pluck one or two down from the branches and pop them into my mouth. Though the skin is white, the berries juice stains my hands purple. One of them is horrifically sour, but the other is pleasantly sweet, probably more ripe than the other, though I can't yet tell the difference between them.
I sit there under the tree for a little while, looking out across the lonely landscape. Something is moving on the distant horizon, though I can't exactly tell what they are, a herd of some sort of animal or another. They are very tall as far as I can tell, just a little shorter than the coiltree.
As a last moment decision, I kick off my boots, and strip my socks, tying them to my bag before standing.
The moss is very soft under my feet, erupting upwards between my toes like a shag carpet, but you know… much less hideous.
My footsteps are even softer now, though the prosthetic clatters sometimes when metal hits stone.
Sweat runs down my back, sides, and front.
I have no idea where I am going, but I know they will see me soon enough.
They have patrol parties out here, and if they aren't watching me already, then they will be soon enough.
I keep walking heading parallel to the volcanic chain.
For the most part, my hike is uneventful, except for that time that I stepped on something slimy and wriggly. I hate to admit it, but I squealed like an idiot and nearly fell over, only made worse when I looked down and saw the giant pale maggot burrowing into the moss and underground.
I nearly gagged, and my skin crawled.
Sunny had mentioned those, though I forgot their names.
They lived primarily off of decomposing plant and animal material, very common in areas where war had continued.
I didn't like it, but it was probably one of those nasty suckers that ate my leg.
Ew...
Gross.
I contemplated putting my boots back on, but kept walking instead.
A group of unknown flying critters appear overhead. They have two sets of membranous wings, kind of like those of a bat, no tail though, just a long rail of fur like the streamer of a kite.
These ones are bright colors like pink and yellow.
Pretty cool!
It’s nice to walk in the silence, though after a while my brain devolves into humming the Star Wars theme, and then singing stupid songs, dancing around and hopping about from one foot to another, as I badly sing the choruses to all the songs I know.
My eye of the tiger rendition probably left something to be desired, though I doubt anyone out here would know the difference.
Then comes the stupid dialogs with myself as I try to imagine what Krill, Conn and Sunny would say about all this.
"Commander, I will have you know that your behavior is highly disquieting, I insist we get an MRI on your brain to make sure you have not developed a severe case of bilateral goop disease."
"What kind of dumbass just goes wandering around with no idea where he's going. The dumbass kind of dumbass."
"Adam, I need you to understand that Anum is a dangerous place. I know you grew up on earth, but there are still things that can go wrong on Anum. Do you know how common surprise hot springs are. What if you fell in and died!?”
Speaking of which…
Thanks, imaginary Sunny, I totally forgot about that…
Other than that, what can go wrong?
I’m just a simple human on the Drev home planet…
It is a bright shiny day, the temperature is perfect, nothing someone like me can't handle. Oh, and is that a crunchy pink orb I see? I fucking love those, they taste so good.
I hop over the rocks, my feet warm on the moss, and reach down to pluck one of the spheres from its short stumpy stem.
Awww yesss crunchy orbs!
Time to… oh…
And that's when the spear appears at my throat.
Shit!
I drop my hand back and look up to see a Drev that is at least three feet taller than me, holding his massive spear, orange eyes narrowed.
Holy shit, I didn't even hear hehim coming!
Honestly, I should have seen them coming long before anything else, bright fuchsia as they were.
"Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish."
They jab the spear at my neck, and the obsidian lined head cuts through my skin like butter.
Oh shit, uh, my translator is not picking up shit. Guess these guys have a different accent than we're used to. I rack my brains trying to remember how to speak what little I know, but it seems that it has all fled me when I needed it the most.
"Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish!?"
I stumble backwards onto my butt and hands.
Shit shit.
SHIT!
I hold up a hand.
"Cheeyat neahasan!"
Shit I forgot to conjugate the verb…
Damn I must look like an idiot yelling “to speak slow!” at the top of my lungs.
However, my botched attempt at speaking seems to work, and they pull back.
"Tsa dzhal Cheeyish?”
Oh, I understood that one,
"Yid zhe cheeyi dzhal."
(“yes, yes I speak Drev.”)
"Neahasan."
(”Slowly anyway.”)
They pull back.
I don't know why, but I'm getting a female vibe off this one.
I can't tell though, Drev voices all tend to be rather deep.
"Lod tsa ee nin tsa daeen darish?"
She says it slower this time, and all around her I watch as a small group of other Drev move to flank me from the sides.
They are listening very intently.
I think I understand this time, the rough translation being:
(”Who are you and what are you doing?”)
"Zhe zhegingi s tsak eeda cheeyat."
(”I want to speak with your leader.”)
My voice is halting, and I am butchering the pronunciation, but they seem to get my request.
She trusts the spear at me,
"Tsaee!"
I hold up my hands,
"Woah woah, easy easy... I uh."
Shit what was the word for “to learn”?
"Zhe....zhengingi hak tsa... "
Damn it... I can't remember,
"um... Rekazat nin dzhal... Rekazazh?“
Oh wow, that sounds really intelligent. I wanted to learn from them but instead apparently, I “want to know what they know.” riveting conversationalist that I am…
She stares at me confused.
In frustration I point at her spear,
"Zhe zhengingi... zheengat?"
(”I wanting to know to fight.”)
Uh this was going poorly. I clearly did not know as much of their language as I thought I did.
Wow excellent work there commander! That will convince them.
They look back and forth at each other, and fire off some quick shot dialogue that leaves my head spinning.
She turns to me and lowers her spear,
"S jya Hajish."
(”Come with us.”)
Great a sentence I understood.
It was in the next few hours that I was either going to live, or I was going to die horribly.
A pretty exciting time in my life.
And so I followed.
Not like I had a choice at this point…
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I accumulate around 40 hours a week, sometimes a bit more, sometimes a bit less.
And on top of that I am studying the master of teaching my mum pressured me into. I have been struggling to find jobs with my bachelor's and her friends say that it's not a real degree. She has this grand vision that I will be a math teacher. The first wave of uni assessments felt manageable because of school holidays, so work was completely out of the way. But I don't get that privilege with this wave of assessments. I did particularly well on 2 assessments and failed one (which I particularly hated).
I'm realising that while a masters of teaching degree is an idea I had toyed with amongst others, I am not prepared to do uni right after graduating with my bachelor's. I did promise myself to focus more one work once I graduated, and while I'm not exactly using the degree, the current hustle game is strong. My parents had previously stopped me from doing work to focus on study, the only thing I had going was tutoring because my mum enjoyed studying that off to her friends.
I'm conflicted between my own priorities and my parents'. Because I had toyed with the idea of an education degree earlier, I'm also not sure about pulling out now. Or if I should do part time studies. Or if I should defer uni. I'm also not sure if I'm just being a dramatic sissy about uni being hard (because let's be real it's never easy) or if I'm headed to burnout city.
I'm realising that full time study on top of full time work is shit, especially since I only really enrolled because of my parents and don't have that conviction a lot of post grad students tend to have. I wanted to live life a bit after graduation from uni but now I'm straight back to appease her.

This post follows this one. I am now working full time. I tutor privately part time and am a teacher aide at a school part time with additional casual shifts.
I accumulate around 40 hours a week, sometimes a bit more, sometimes a bit less.
And on top of that I am studying the master of teaching my mum pressured me into. I have been struggling to find jobs with my bachelor's and her friends say that it's not a real degree. She has this grand vision that I will be a math teacher. The first wave of uni assessments felt manageable because of school holidays, so work was completely out of the way. But I don't get that privilege with this wave of assessments. I did particularly well on 2 assessments and failed one (which I particularly hated).
I'm realising that while a masters of teaching degree is an idea I had toyed with amongst others, I am not prepared to do uni right after graduating with my bachelor's. I did promise myself to focus more one work once I graduated, and while I'm not exactly using the degree, the current hustle game is strong. My parents had previously stopped me from doing work to focus on study, the only thing I had going was tutoring because my mum enjoyed showing that off to her friends.
I'm conflicted between my own priorities and my parents'. Because I had toyed with the idea of an education or accounting degree earlier, I'm also not sure about pulling out now. Or if I should do part time studies. Or if I should defer uni. I'm also not sure if I'm just being a dramatic sissy about uni being hard (because let's be real it's never easy) or if I'm headed to burnout city.
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