Like, if I suddenly ran for Congress as a poor and as a complete lunatic (my strengths), who here will pay for and manage my campaign? I KNOW someone is right for the job. Can you even imagine me at appropriations hearings. I'm the leader we've been waiting for (campaign slogan: check)!

I just watched a video with former earth resident alien, David Bowie. He wants me to remind you that you are allowed to be a thin duke of any color, wear impossible clothing and/or tell dazzling stories in song form. Most importantly: BE UNCOMFORTABLE. Don't hide, it won't save you from suffering.

I strive to be a blight on negativity's HOA. A real overgrown eyesore.

I used to feel so much fear/loathing about the mystery of myself. My parents showed me that the deep well inside was full of monsters and I believed them. But then I looked and found that my deep well is full of laughter and strange beauty. Once you get past fear of your depths, you can be free.

One thing that feels real and true to me is that bitterness and frustration will get us nowhere. Our power is in creation, humor during dark times, in the ridiculous. We're the kudzu of humanity, delicious and stubborn. Hate can't win the fight, loving our differences will. Reject their narrative.

If I transition over here, how will I know about $4000 muumuus, inexplicable temu products and AI software that will efficiently write my SOAP notes? I do not want these things but I am always appreciative that they're offered up for me to scorn and mock. How will I know what I don't want?

I haven't been able to see anyone's comments. I thought it was just a weird feature.

I ALSO BLAME HER! For that AND all my own personal problems!

I was scrolling on here (as one does) and suddenly a [VERY REVEALING PHOTO]. I paused for a mo to mull it over but realized it was a video and that something else was about to happen and I was so, so surprised. I hope I don't have to pay the "see a bumhole" tax every time I come here to visit.

But is it actually Reace Weatherspoon?

Sometimes I think about how my mom was a semi-successful internet cult leader (50,000 followers!) and I wonder, "should I try my hand at that?" and then I remember it takes a lot of consistency on the ol'internet and I feel exhausted in advance. So, I guess, lucky for you all.

They DO know the smell, but it'll take a Baader-Meinhof moment for them to notice.

This is not going to have a good outcome for a long time.

I've been thinking about the state of things lately and it occurred to me that I went through a bunch of deeply embarrassing (and annoying to others) phases in my development. If you look at human history, we (nutters) could only really end up here from there. I turned out okay, maybe there's hope.