The bi-cycle can be a real motherfucker, especially when your tastes are so varied.
Babs
I too wish to strike a killing blow against the testosterone demon. But yeah, same worries.
My party keeps scheduling all our meetings and classes when I'm working, and I just don't have enough time off to cover them. I'm definitely sticking around at least till May Day to follow through with what we're working on, but I don't know if I can keep making my obligations.
If I were a Trisolaran I would simply figure out how to mathematically predict stable and chaotic eras. Skill issue tbh.
God damn Helldivers players are so satanically racist.
I was very confused when I learned the WWP had Trot roots. Like, these guys fucking love AES! Idk the history of it or how the party came around to this though. Any good reading on what happened?
Apparently guitars are just like bicycles - picked mine up after almost a decade and still remember most of my old favorite songs.
This is the most pro-trans website out there that isn't explicitly a trans community.
But also, big respect to the cis people in that thread who are like "yeah I've thought a lot about my gender and I'm definitely cis."
Even our cissies are more cis than the average person.
Saw a new doctor today for my hrt - I have plenty of meds but really just want my blood tests covered by insurance. It's always been really nerve-wracking talking about DIY with doctors ever since I had some bad experiences with my first few, but this doctor was just respectfully curious, wanted to know where it came from. Seems the mood towards DIY has changed since the 2000s. Or maybe it's just because I've been on it so long. Either way, It's nice.
Anyone remember CrackGate from that one mtg event a few years back?
Also I used to work at a homeless shelter that was located very near a card shop. It's owners would go to the community meetings where we would have to justify to these NIMBYs that we deserve to be there - awful stuff. One meeting, the owners of the card shop made a shitty comment about how smelly the shelter must be, and clearly didn't want us there.
My boss wasn't having it. We ran the cleanest shelter in the whole damn city. I had practically dragged people to the showers when they couldn't keep their hygiene up, and that place was scrubbed floor to roof daily. So boss man gets out of his chair like "I run the cleanest shelter in this city. I have been to your Friday Night Magic events. We are not the ones with a hygiene problem here!"
Don't think it endeared us to the community, but it did shut them up.