Miss Shiny ✨ House Wayward

the I'm so hurt I might drown in it, whoever you are.

I love you. You're not alone. ✨

Happy whatever day you want it to be to the kids, the niblings, the village aunties, the movement mamas, the no thanks I didn't choose to do that for a reason, the motherless daughters, the self-parented, the never-parented, the questing for chosen family, the I don't give a fuck,

Graphic image of a skull on top of a pile of strawberries.

I have the literal and sharply to the point autism. When you send the mucketymuck of a large Foundation to ask me where your fucking check is, when you know full well you had it sent to the wrong address...

Well, GT saved us all from what I really wanted to say.

I might legitimately lose my job without GoblinTools. It's funny but also true, and I'm the damn boss.

Stay safe this weekend babes. Remember that your Jail Support homie should not know what you are up to. They just hold your jail support form and delete or physically burn it when you get home safe again.

An excellent guide with a crummy URL:

Mm. How hard am I going on this email reply to a nascent coalition of mostly white dudes who pretend to farm, wasted a ton of my time last year, and now want to do it again?

Hint: my draft includes the words "socially appropriate mouth sounds" which is never a good sign for the other guy.

I have not read this book, I do love this question and think we could all benefit from giving it some thought. For me, fighting the stigma of illness first means addressing my own internalized ableism.

The pro-life party gutted the CDC yesterday. The Center for Disease Control. Disease. The thing that kills people. The logic isn't there, unless of course, killing is the point, which I think we can safely say that it is.

No, I haven't. Because that's not fucking typical. Because that guy is a predatory menace. Which is what you said. And what people kept fucking deleting.

And, I'm still fucking aghast and so very sad you had to go through this.

Today is brought to you by the 4 hours my brain would allow me to work, despite the eleventy-twelve hours of work that needs doing. Mmmkay.

Ugh. Feels like a day of zips. 😑

They put me in mind of teen girls working the MySpace angles.

Never here for a race neutral analysis. Context before content always.

Because we BEEN told these people exactly how it will go well before now. And yet the trading-up via whiteness continued. A hard head makes a soft ass. Too bad we all have to suffer while some learn the lesson.

While that's all true, there's also a deeper context here that goes well beyond individual choice. It requires acknowledging that Black folks have been called on to save this country over and over again with our actual lives, generally by white women, while Uncle New Jim Crow ambles on unchecked.

Talk about a seriously curated identity. Wow.

Chem / ThisChemistry from Fetlife is a catfish
All of his photos are highly edited
He lies about his age
He's 56, not 47
He is a predator
His other partner Katie_Fire is an enabler
She knows what he does and has helped him harass other victims - Fuck her, too.

Smooches, motherfuckers.

ARGH! I am so frustrated. Fetlife is a flaming shitshow. Submit managed to somehow alienate the entire Black kink community in one swell foop.

Now what the shit do we do? I mean, I love the butterfly crowd and also...

Someone tell DOGE! Brutal photo by huff post i love it

2 crows in a backyard

Friends!

We call our neighborhood crows Fat Goth Chickens and they like it.

We called the crows in another neighborhood that and they definitely did not like it.

Relationships matter.

I don't want to just survive this epilepsy depression. Give me back my goddamn joy.

I don't want to do it again.

I'm fuckin tired of seizures. I'm tired of panic attack auras. I'm tired of having like 60 panic attacks in 10 days.

I did not want to have another fucking couch day. I'm so damn upset.

I've only once been accused of being an optimist. On the whole I'm a practical realist. I hope I'll learn to adapt with some modicum of grace. It's more likely that I'll trip and fall into a new way of being. ✨

Tonight I took a shower, in a chair, while the boy sat 3 feet away in case I needed him. And I did. I couldn't get through a shower, in a chair, without having fucked up brain electrical activity.

This is my life changing forever, right before my eyes. My dynamic has to change. Parts of my Leather have to flex and adapt.

Today was a hard day. I didn't have a seizure. I only had 3 panic attack auras. (There were 30+ in the 4 days prior.) Which means I had enough time to feel my feelings. To feel sadness in addition to the fear.