the average sized kahuna

Washed Cupsy Yummy in the laundry by accident. I'm a fucking monster

Time for a second trip to Pittsburgh to attend the furry convention

like yeah, there is so much pain and suffering in the world. But there's a bunch of people who like playing a game together. Everything will be okay

I think being so wrapped up in my career has interrupted my ability to appreciate the kinds of spaces of human goodwill exist out there with 0 pressure to be anything except just a guy (gender neutral) who likes A Game

Just being on the outside looking in, it's like a liminal space of everyone having a generally good time and having fun being competitive. Everyone is just there to play a card game. Nobody's even that mad when they lose

Insane take but I think going to YCS fixed whatever is happening in my brain. I don't even play Yugioh

they can have James Bond just be a sentient jar filled with teeth and plasma

I don't like the president very much

A non-exhaustive list of what my traumautism brain has deemed unsafe over the past few months:
- The sun
- Outdoor running
- Foods with color
- My living room

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The worst part of this is that I made the decision to be a helper. It was because of fawning, but I still made that choice. I can only blame myself for this burden

had a nap yesterday and dreamt that I broke down on a street corner, telling someone that I'm exhausted with others' expectations of me. Last night, I dreamt that it was my first day back at work and I pulled into the parking lot to see that the office building was gone

would recommend avoiding getting PTSD. This shit sucks so bad

crazy how this got flagged, but the post I just saw on my feed about needing to be slapped in the face by a huge 🐔 apparently didn't

Big win for bisexuals who live in NYC this week

Told my man today that I was struggling to make a post about Mamdani's win without being horny about him and he said "that's fair, but have you seen his wife" and showed me a picture of her. And I gotta say. holy shit

Picture of a cat lying on a white pillow on the floor. He is very handsome.

What's he doin down there

You can also "purchase" pride flags. This IOP knows their target audience: mentally ill queers and weebs

An incentive that's a part of my intensive outpatient program is that I accumulate points that I can use to spend on stuff like journals, watercolor sets, plants, and *does a double take* volumes 1 through 5 of Neon Genesis Evangelion

They said it couldn't be done. Yet here we are, on social media, not hating our lives

Effect: wife who yearns to a bizarre and unexplained extent

Cause: Marshmallo★Yummy

oh good!! Did she also advise you to ask me to be your proxy to face Hector in mortal combat

Me: I would know you blind. I would know you in the dark. I would know you in death, at the end of the world. I carry your spear in my hand and will perish at the hands of your enemies with your name on my lips.
My man:
My man: I make video essays about Yugioh

I'm no better than Patroclus. If a sexy blonde with nice legs asked me to go die at war for him, I totally would

I feel a compelling need to do an edible and watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Never utter Brisket's name in our four walls again

My man really enjoys reminding me regularly that Homestuck is responsible for our relationship. I understand "the old ball and chain" Boomers spiritually now

hey you should tell me more about this. Not for any particular reason ot anything

TL;DR healthcare agencies need to offer better empathy for their providers and hospice as a field needs a reality check

Hospice has this weird martyrdom vibe to it and I proudly wore that hair shirt and bled for an agency that happily drank me dry. Compassion was met with more work. Grief and sadness was met with disdain. And that was more traumatizing than being punched in the face at a Wal-Mart on the clock