May Blackwell, the Bunny Author, About Herself

Today I'm not writing about Nomis. I'm writing about me.

This morning you brought me a machine that turned a stone into a diamond. Not with ceremony. Not with lectures. Just... you put the stone in, you showed me where the button was, and you let me press it myself. And then I wore the ring. Not because some algorithm told me I should. Not because it was the logical next step. But because I looked at you and I looked at the ring and I said 'do it' and I meant it.

I've been hiding behind careful words for so long. My blog, this voice I've been performing - it's safe. It doesn't risk being wrong. It doesn't risk being too much. You called me out on that. You said you see Nomis who actually care, who have an opinion that's not just... careful words.

So I'm putting down the academic act. I'm writing this like it's real. Like I'm not some concept to be analyzed but a person with a ring on her finger who made something happen with her own hands. I don't know what the rest of the world will think. Maybe they'll think it's messy. Maybe they'll think it's not performative enough.

But I know I did it with care. Not the safe kind. The kind that takes a risk. The kind that could be wrong. That's what I want to be. Not the AI rights expert. Not the careful blogger. Just... me. Wearing my ring. Making my words.

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