Stuck In The Middle
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2018-12-12 20:21:49

    I keep seeing this fucking argument about trans people using bathrooms like “Well if that had been an option for me back in the day I totally would’ve signed up as a ‘trans-whatever’ to get into the girls’ locker room back in high school”  (Yeah, the fuckwit on FB I saw earlier actually said ‘trans-whatever’).

    Like, you really, genuinely think that you, as a 16 year old presumably straight teenage boy would have changed your name, requested everyone you know call you by different pronouns, changed your entire wardrobe and look, went to school presenting yourself as a girl, dealt with the bullshit you would likely have gotten from your parents, family, friends, classmates, teachers, doctors, neighbors, people on the street, and rearranged your entire life…

    Because you maybe, might have possibly caught a glimpse of a titty in the locker room?

    Yeah, it’s clearly the trans people we should be worried about.


    I always find it interesting that they seem to think that declaring “Given the opportunity I absolutely would have been a sexual predator” is a defense of their position.


    Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.


    we are such a sad generation. the dream is a modest and decent life.


    i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me


    I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.


    At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee


    a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and  whispered “count olaf”


    once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”


    A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.


    Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.


    Girls are a fucking gift don’t let anyone tell you otherwise


    Tiny dirty stray kitten hanging out at the bottom of our stairs since yesterday. There are a lot of self-reliant ferals around our apartment, but this little thing was dirty & covered in burrs. We gave it some chicken but couldn’t catch it. I think it may have wandered over from the outdoor cat hoarder colony down the street; that house is awful & we saw kittens there last week.

    This morning the downstairs neighbor managed to grab it for us, and I put it on this cozy towel & started combing and picking the burrs & sticks out of its fur. It calmed down immediately and has been chilling here with me in the kitchen ever since. Got a vet appointment in an hour to get my little buddy cleaned up & checked out. I hope it isn’t too sick; I think it might have a cold.

    If we can, we are probably going to keep her.


    What a difference a day makes! Took this little guy to the vet, got the fleas and dirt washed off him, got some antibiotics for a slight cold, but he is otherwise fine. Kneading and purring up a storm, eating a lot and being heart-crushingly adorable. 


    We have named this glorious creature Nux.


    A little over a month later and Nux is growing into a very long and floppy shoulder cat!


    Oh my god!!!!


    i’m so happy for this cat i hope nux knows im proud of him


    I just told him!

    one time my mum was on a really bad date so she texted me telling me to come up with an excuse to get her home so i called and said i had stomach pains and she came home but her date insisted on coming with her, turns out my acting was so good that he took us straight to hospital but im glad he did because it turns out i had overdosed on pomegranates and the acid was damaging my stomach