That’s Lizzie! She’s adorable!!

She’s the Paralympics mascot, and a frilled lizard! Her frill is shaped like Australia!

The feeling of the hair brushing against/catching on fabric drives me nearly out of my skin. Hate hate hate it. That’s why I shave. I don’t feel like I have an obligation to do so because of “society”. It’s just a preference. It feels nicer and more comfortable.

My very best friend in the whole world mentioned a trans person, shook his head, and remarks that “we need a purge”.

I really, truly thought that different ideologies could get along until then. With that comment, I realized that, no, I cannot get along with an ideology that believes that marginalized groups “should not exist”. Because, deep down, a belief for their “non-existence” is a belief for their death. And I now refuse to have friends who believe things like that.

Civility is compliance. I kicked him out of my house, my final words to him, as he angrily screamed at me, being “bye, bitch, bye!” It hurt me so badly to lose my closest friend that day, but my life really did improve after that. Now he might actually have to pay for the therapy he so desperately needs. God knows, he won’t, because he believes that “mental health excuses are just pussy shit”, but considering he’s howling that no one has wanted to fuck him for the last x amount of years shows that his anger and bitterness are still holding him back. He’s insufferable.

Fuck any belief that punches down. Y’all deserve to exist peacefully and not be fucking bothered by dickheads about how you live your life.

“Let’s talk about something nice instead!” (:

I’m not having fun or making money.

Who do I send a bug report to?

Sharks would never eat such junkfood!

I lived in Tennessee for less than a year with plans to stay permanently. Was discriminated against for having a name that didn’t sound “white”. People would apologize and become friendly once they saw me in person.

Got the fuck out of there asap.

Not everyone can be so lucky/privileged as to be able to move.

I have hypohydrosis & super sensitive skin. People in here don’t know shit about skincare or hygiene, apparently. Ironic. Lol so don’t take it too personal.

I know exactly what happens to the victims, because I was one of them.

There have been many many incidents of child abuse, grooming, and taking advantage of emotionally vulnerable adults in the churches in my area. Unfortunately, any news articles will link to my location, so I can’t give them. If you’re looking for studies, I’m unfamiliar with any.

If you put out an inquiry on abuse experienced in the church, I’m sure you will find many many many stories. But prepare to be angry at the lack of justice.

Finish him.

DEPORT HIM, FFS!!!

It took almost 2 fucking years after my first initial appointment to get properly medicated.

I’d literally kill myself if I was forced to do it all again.

You “just go see a doctor”–folk have no idea how fucking difficult it is to 1). actually be seen by a competent doctor, 2). be taken seriously, 3). and actually receive treatment for mental health stuff.

That’s not even including the whole “getting out of a shit enough headspace to actually do all that stuff in the first place.”

Unmedicated me felt like wading through hell.

Be kind to those with different chemistry. Shit sucks.

Because fashion is fun! (:

Things don’t always need to be practical.

You jest, but that’s exactly what they want.

In most places in the US, churches are exempt from so many laws and regulations regarding power dynamics & abuse, mandatory reporting, andvthey typically do not vet people who volunteer to work with children, etc.

The amount of CSA in the church is literally insane. Much of it goes unreported & “”““worked out””“” through the church, as well.

It’s one of the most disturbing things that gets completely ignored in favor of “basement pizza parlors” or some horseshit because these zealots don’t want to acknowledge that their precious religious country clubs are havens for p×dophiles.

🤞🤞🤞

You don’t have to be smart. You just have to be fun!

I’m big dumb and went to a Halloween party dressed as a worm on a string. Nearly every woman wanted a dance! It was fun! (I danced for exactly 48 seconds, then got overwhelmed by the amount of people, took a bunch of bacon-wrapped mini-dogs, and drove home to play Starfox 64)

Then you can be a girl and everything can suck!

Those of y’all who like that constitutional right to bear arms better stock up. I’ll support you.

Whenever my kid asks a question, either I explain for like 5 minutes straight, or I stop whatever we’re both doing and we look it up together.

Engage in their curiosity. Because they’ll stop asking you one day.