I firmly believe you should dance if you want. It doesn't matter if you look like giraffe being tasered or a goth under a bridge. If it feels good, do it. Who cares if some petty pissbaby laughs at how you dance. They can stew in their shittiness while you get all the happy hormones hormones.

I say that because it seems a lot of y'all are incapable or unwilling of feeling empathy and only understand things if they impact you directly.

Y'all realize if "gender affirming care" is banned, any and all health care that can even remotely be defined by gender is out, right? Health insurance companies don't give a shit about your well-being. They care about money. If they can save money by denying coverage, they'll use anything they can.

We're closer to a Holocaust than we're not. And I'm tired of everyone around me acting like we're not. I don't have the privilege of living in denial.

Beer day at Little Cottage Brewery. Having their Food Court Slurpee (a fizzy, slushy sour beer with blue berry and black currant).

I'm not a big stout fan, but they have a coconut stout I might try.

It may or may not be total BS. I haven't read enough yet, but I can see the benefit of such a system especially as a highly spiritual and religious person

#ifs

Been reading about Internal Family Systems therapy. It's interesting. A sort of marriage between traditional therapy and spirituality positing that the mind is porous. A model that allows for both a spiritual interpretation of symptoms and a practical treatment.

#ifs

I'm fairly certain my cat yelled in my face just so I'd get out of bed and she could usurp my heating pad.

Kinda' want to do a Rat in Werewolf game inspired by Rat King by China Mieville

My ring size for my left ring finger and my right ring finger are different due to a volleyball injury and it annoys me.