29/F/NY

My job plays the classic rock station every morning. I took so much psychic damage when I heard Gorillaz on it the other day.

I had abusive and neglectful parents and I wished I was an orphan as a kid. After having met people who grew up in the system, I’m pretty sure I was better off. The system can be way worse than my parents were at their respective worst and my parents were way better than the system at their respective best. My therapist says I have a bit of a complex for downplaying my experiences though, so maybe I don’t know.

I’ll never forget the day a friend and I were leaving a gamestop and a us army recruiter approached us and said “Do you wanna live the Call of Duty life?”. I didn’t want to be disrespectful, so I said “No, I don’t think so.” and kept on walking. When we got back to my friend’s car I immediately said “Does he realize how many times I die in that game?” and we both burst out laughing.

I don’t think he actually cares that much about us. He just uses us to flood the zone so his transphobic base doesn’t start questioning his actions.

I don’t dress formally, but I always try to put effort into my outfit. Why not look good if I have the choice?

If you haven’t tried Tend, I seriously recommend it. That shit is magic.

Daisy, because girl + yellow.

I used to be super sentimental and a bit of hoarder, but when my parents split and were talking about selling the house I had to start getting rid of stuff. It was hard at first, but got easier over time.

First I got rid of junk in bad shape. Then I started donating stuff in good shape I would never use or display again. Then I got rid of stuff I hadn’t used or wanted to use in a very long time. Then I got rid of stuff that I had used or would want to use again that I thought I could easily replace. Throughout the process I would put aside anything I struggled to put in a garbage bag or donation box. When I finally had to go through that stuff, I had been desensitized to getting rid of sentimental things and got rid of more than half of it.

Now, all my stuff would fit in one moving truck. All I really kept were: books, games and consoles, records and my player, tools, some useful tech stuff, camping gear, instruments, some plushies, probably like a tenth of my clothes, a couple basic furniture items, and only a box worth of small sentimental items.

I had always heard that you’re supposed to drain it as much as possible before fully charging it. My phone is 7 years old and the battery still lasts a full day following that. I could be wrong though.

I was raised religious. I always felt that if there really was a God, I existed solely to be a subject of cruel comedy for it. I think if I found out I was being Truman Show-ed, I’d immediately feel vindicated. Then I’d feel incredibly nihilistic and let’s just say I wouldn’t bother trying to escape or let the show continue.

Number on is completely pointless if you’re taking good care of your battery. You shouldn’t be plugging it in until it’s nearly drained. It pops warnings at 20% and 10% that all I need to know. I don’t look at it otherwise.

I actually don’t hate it. I just don’t know who this is for. The kind of person who would want a hose clamp as a bracelet certainly isn’t the kind of person who’ll get a $700 bracelet.

Actually, I just realized while writing this, this is actually perfect for the kind of person with one of those pristine, enormous pickup trucks. It’s for people with wealth who want to larp as working class.

This is no surprise to anyone in the community. Practically every trans person I know has wanted to move to NYC, Chicago, or Seattle for at least a year or so. Smaller blue cities have been getting better reputations for trans people in the last few months.

My partner and I plan to visit Chicago and then decide between moving there or to Minneapolis.

I guess it’s dumb to comment like that. Not gonna lie though, it’s wild to make a whole meme and comments dogging on it.

When I lived up there, I only ever heard water-vil-ay

In my experience in the US it’s interchangeable. Typically palm out is used to convey more cheerfully or for emphasis, while palm in is more casual or less emphatic.

There’s a stigma around bi people that bi men are actually just gay and bi women are just straight. A good chunk of women perceive a bi man to just be closeted gay and are turned off by it. I personally don’t think those women are worth worrying about, but they are out there and coming out as bi to a woman can just end your chances every now and then.

Self control mostly. I was taught to meditate by doing nothing but sitting, eyes closed, counting my breaths. It gave me a strong control over my thoughts. Now if I want to sleep, I lie down and turn my brain off. I’m out in a few minutes if it’s not too hot.

I have aphantasia and I have visual dreams although details are extremely sparse and imprecise. It’s kinda like the animated part of the music video for Take On Me visually, but even people are completely featureless. I can consciously visualize things in my head in a similar way with enough concentration, but it’s always a fleeting thing I can barely maintain for any amount of time.