Wresting Transface

I used to be a semi professional musician - I informally retired a while back.

I’ve spent the last few years immersing myself in community outreach and mental health; it’s rewarding but holy shit it’s EXHAUSTING.

So I played my bass today for a half hour and feel… amazing.

Self care is vital.

That’s the most diplomatic way I’ve ever heard someone say “dipshit”.

I can’t believe this garbage post is still live.

Kenneth Zucker, one of the researchers on this study previously published a research paper where he asked adults to rate the physical attractiveness of children.

Just to give you an idea of the types of people behind this m

On a resume you can use your preferred name. Most HR departments have sections for “legal” or “previous” name on any onboarding docs you might have to sign later.

If you make it to your interview, you might say “if you check my references, I was using <dead name> when I worked there”.

I am 53.

I started at 47.

It’s not too late.

Also, you aren’t alone.

I don’t understand how people make food without wearing it. Like you never see Barefoot Contessa with tomato sauce on her boobs or shredded cheese in her hair.

That’s it. That’s the name.

There needs to be Venmo for boobs.

Chocolate chips.

Actually ditto. Your lottery guy sounds fascinating.

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Rats.

“Congress needs to put a stop to this…” - do you know someone?

The USA’s collapse as a world power would be a hilariously catastrophic self own if we weren’t right in the middle of it.

I’m at a mentally awkward age where I’m torn between “shoes that’ll make me go real fast” and “shoes with heels high enough to emote that I’ll fuck you in a Denny’s bathroom”.

We could all go block him. I’m bored anyway.

I live there. Thanks.

“Darmok” was a great one. Picard heavy and a great puzzle centering on language and communication.

Nothing creates clutter in my life faster and more completely than trying to find a pair of jeans that’ll fit over my mid-January-fat ass.

You know what? Fine. Ban cell phones, smartphones, 5G. All of it.

Let’s go back to getting information from Mabel up the road and town criers. At least then the quality of information you got was only dependent on whose dog had pissed on Mabel’s petunias or how loaded the crier was.

This is the dude you’re arguing with the transes about voting for?!

Do go on about how I MUST vote for this douche to save democracy.

I’m sick of hearing: “this is who I’m voting for so you MUST do the same to save democracy”.

Trans people have a 6th sense for evil. Listen this time.

That’s a fucking classic.

Also logistically it makes more sense.

I just watched the trailer and I am SO INTO THIS.

Ah. I see now that my initial interpretation of “topping” a hot dog was not the one you intended. I am now on board, carry on.

Right? At first it just seems like a somewhat easier way to make tea, and then you realize how often you need a cup of hot water for whatever the fuck you’re making.

It seems like such a minor thing, my electric kettle, but mines named Harriet and I love her.

My electric kettle. It boils water and goes beep when it’s done.

Same with me and teat.

It seems he was mocking Joe Biden, which doesn’t make it any less unhinged.

After a lifetime of being a psychology enthusiast, years spent trying to understand my own substance abuse issues, and finally returning to school to get counseling certification, I can reveal the fundamental principal that ties it all together:

Boy howdy our brains are fucking weird, man.