IT’S THEIR FAULT FOR MAKING THE BEARS SO DAMN SEXY!

Could I get mine swapped for a chainsword instead?

I want to be able to handle anti-trans heresy appropriately.

So long as you use it responsibly and to help codify our rights, you have my vote.

We’ll bring this before the Council of the Trans for further discussion. You’ll know in 1-2 weeks, and then it takes another week to schedule the surgery.

My cats are just as bad, if not worse, than any dog I have ever had. I have never spent as much time and energy stopping another living being from eating things as the ones I currently have.

And it’s not like they’re being underfed! They have constant access to kibble, and are given fresh wet food twice a day. They’re even given extra wet food than what they really need just in case someone’s super hungry that feeding session!

It’s gotten to the point I can’t even let them see bags of chips. They don’t even actually want the chips, they just know it’s food they haven’t smelled in the past .5 seconds, so they wanna open the bag!

And then there’s when I add dangerous(for cats) spices. Onion? Garlic? They want it all the more. I swear, if I put onion and garlic on a plugged-in charging cable, they’d die happily, cause those are the top three things the little suicide risks want!

“Hand me the cart” has become my personality at work. These fuckers don’t pay me enough to be sober or give a fuck. They barely pay me enough to come in.

As a former Alabama resident(It was a free house, and I am not a wise woman), that “could be” isn’t needed. Same way it’s not “they could be on meth”, they’re from Alabama, they’re on meth.

With the emptiness, self reflection and accepting that I had a hole to fill with positivity. I had lived so long with negative and repressive thoughts that it left a void. Reminding myself how happy I now felt, a place for the euphoria all these new experiences were bringing, positive thoughts towards myself and towards my new community. Even if you’re struggling with it being a new experience, putting your thoughts, your words into helping other fledglings can be a very big, positive step for a lot of people, including yourself.

It can help solidify your own experiences in your mind, reinforce their feelings and your own, and act as a frequent reminder to yourself as to who you really are, especially on shaky/dysphoric/low days.

And trust me, a lot of us were scared we were doing the wrong thing. That it wasn’t a good choice, that we just didn’t know what we really wanted. There’s a bit of advice that gets thrown around often in the trans community, that if you’re spending this much time thinking about it, if you’re putting in this much effort, you’re most likely on the right track about yourself, and all that negativity is the self-doubt you’ve lived with for so long.

Find things that help you feel more you. It’s different for everyone, in their own ways. A big thing for me is shaving my legs and then throwing on a pair of comfy leggings. I can’t explain why, but the whole ritual and the feeling of smoothness and softness immediately reminds me that I made the right choice because I feel so feminine, and it feels like ME.

Finding those things that help bring out the euphoria, and beyond that the sense of self, are reinforcing. They help us find who we really are, this person who has spent our lives living below the surface, and create anchor points for us to look at and be reminded. It’s also a form of self-love and care, something that I think a lot of us need. Loving yourself is accepting yourself.

Sorry for double comment, hands went stupid and I deleted the other one.

When I came out to my ex-wife, the first person I really opened up to in my life about things, I experienced something similar. It was like the real me finally got to breathe, and all the stress, the fight, went away. I didn’t feel the need to keep trying, because there was no effort needed anymore. It felt almost apathetic, in a way.

What I came to realize was, for me, that was my skin finally fitting. It wasn’t that I didn’t care so much as I was finally comfortable, and that comfort had been absent for so long, I didn’t recognize it for the first few months. I was so used to the eternal internal struggle that I felt almost empty without it.

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And patterns! You can find seasonal, trademarked characters, whatever you’re looking for! All just comes down to brands. It’s wild how many variations you can find.

Why I wear scrub pants 90% of the time. Deep pockets, easy to clean, still look pretty good, cheap as fuck at most overstock stores.

The only downside is the required listening.

Also great as just a pick-me-up!

And it’s such an exhausting cycle. Trudging through the constant deluge of hate and fear, finding some little glimmer of good news, and then back into the fire.

This is what we should all be aiming for. The Mr. Burns effect, where there’s so many different ailments present at once that nothing can actually do anything.

Go inject with dirty needles, drink stagnant water, lick the hands of every child you encounter. Only by filling yourself to the brim with germs can you achieve immortality.

Misfit Christmas party.

One of my partners hosts an event each year for our friends who don’t have anywhere else to go for whatever reason. Started out as a small thing for a couple of her friends who were no longer welcomed at family events after coming out(hence the “misfit” as a tongue in cheek gag), and has ended up growing from there. It’s become a celebration of our found family.

Man, like Lugia would do shit? Bitch ass not-bird would just be down in the ocean ignoring our shit.

The downside is they generally like that…

It’s why they keep asking their leaders for more of the same!

Every. Fucking. Time.

I have to deal with UKG for work. Never keeps our shit, never stays logged in, and now it requires a code sent via SMS every time, with no other option. I just want to check my goddamn schedule!

Sigh

The Substructure must grow.