I have a Tsunami grinder that is excellent. It doesn’t get gritty and stiff to turn from kief like most grinders I’ve had.

A markedly less successful ripoff of Tubular Bells

If you’re of OG Futurama age, King of the Hill is pretty good about not being transphobic. I will always love Hank refusing to speak to Peggy’s friend Caroline when she answered the phone in boy mode. No, he’s looking for his wife’s friend Caroline. Please don’t try to confuse him with stories about who she used to be. He used to sell jeans, and only people close to him know that.

Random trans folk I see look right past me.

I had this happen with a whole group of trans women staying at the motel I used to work at. I passed to them to the point that there was no “oh hey!” moment, no Charlie Kelly meerkat eyes. It was a strange experience, at once sad and satisfied?

Now I work at a dispensary and smoke or vape weed every day. For better or worse, I’ll never voice pass consistently in a world with legal weed. Which I guess is fine. I’m not especially fond of the “oh whoa” moment on the faces of straight men who have decided from a distance I was a hotgirl™ and they were gonna treat me a certain way, but I guess I’d rather disarm straight people than be invisible to young trans girls.

the models and movie stars and idols and influencers

Most of them don’t actually “look like that.” They are photographed from the best angles with expensive camera equipment and lighting. Then they select the best photos from a series of mediocre to great shots. These selected photos are often then edited. There are billions of women who could look like that if they had $20k to drop on a professional makeover and photoshoot

Hear me out, I like Similasan eye drops because they’re just saline with an alternative preservative. The flower magic stories are just for fun. My eyes like their saline blend best x_x

Yogurt with fruit and cereal. Unlike many (most?) people dealing with the munchies, I regularly run a calorie deficit. So I try to keep relatively healthy sources of calories on hand. I get full fat Greek yogurt and mix in whatever fibrous fruit. Lately it’s been raisins and cheerios. I’ll usually have a mug or small bowl of that after dinner as a sort of sturdy, healthy dessert. I wake up hungry a lot less often when I do.

You’re a truama therapist, then manage multiple neurodiversity communities in your spare time? You give a lot.

I also have yet another female-identifying client that may have ADHD, bringing the total to 6. I swear, we flock together.

I think neurodivergent people in general do. I have a sixth sense for picking out people with truama. If I really immediately click with someone, if I inherently understand and get along someone, they probably had some amount or degree of fucked up childhood. My other best friend is so because we are the two at work with CPTSD. There are a few people with PTSD, but we understand each other on a level neither of us gets from other people.

Interestingly, I almost never have this problem since getting my hormones right. Getting lost in (or attacked by!) sex less thoughts used to occasionally plague our bedroom. Now sex is so fucking enormous that it tends to eclipse everything. My body is louder and more talkative than it used to be.

How is the ickplant? You’re conspicuously missing from your own check in topic this week xd

As usual this is the end of my week. Today is just laundry and music and weed. My week was kind of amazing. I was blessed with a tome of essential workplace lore: a notebook with a mixture of dramatic personal notes and letters and professional sketches and thoughts left by one of the contractors who built our garage. I read every word of it. It was magical. My best friend and assistant manager who had been talking about our morale issue like it was intractable brought in chili and potato soup Saturday, then homemade sweets to the meeting yesterday. She’s better at this part of the job than she knows.

Turns out I didn’t actually lose a friend recently. She was broke and turned off her phone for a while. Her carrier’s phrasing sounded like she had blocked my number, but she texted me from the drive thru to prove she hadn’t. Her shithead to-be-ex-husband showed up at the dispensary during this time telling me they were together and asking for her friends and family discount. I thought she blocked me so I couldn’t chew her out. But she is still actively pursuing another man (a great guy who maybe isn’t patient enough for this drawn our divorce =/) and clearly isn’t living like her ex, who looks more and more like meth in human form. (tbh meth in human form would probably be a better person than him.) I am so relieved that I wasn’t just betrayed like it kind of seemed after more than a week of “Message Blocking is active.”

It’s really inappropriate to question the integrity of a man who is clearly holding a baby.

Their real problem is that the woman he raped was in a long term polyamorous relationship with him and his wife. I’m sure they think that sometimes straight men can’t help themselves in the presence of temptation, but this was gay and infidelity, both of which are evil.

The season where Kelsey Grammar was in rehab and Niles was effectively the main character was the best season of the original show by fucking miles. He should always have been the secondary character.

Truth. I don’t have to deal with this now, but give me Mariah Carey over “affordable woman who claims to sing like Mariah Carey” any day. There are so, so many bad Christmas covers it is ridiculous. I don’t like Mariah Carey more than anyone else, but she is legitimately talented and skilled. There are worse singers and musicians covering the same songs.

I’m an autonomy maximalist. If you think this is right for you, do it. It’s just a wild idea to me. For me, it was a door that, once opened, could not be closed.

Ngl I wouldn’t do that for a partner. Not a chance. I don’t have family in my life. No future partners of mine will meet my family. I don’t have to meet my partners’ families. I wouldn’t make myself miserable for two weeks minimum for any family. Not a chance I would do this. You say “when I am safe again.” I wouldn’t be with a partner who wanted me to feel like that for their comfort.

Plague, the infestation afflicting the whole muskrat nation.

I work the way I do for me. As someone who is hyper focused on my job, I understand what you’re getting at. Before my recent promotion, I was doing way more work than my coworkers for the same pay because I was work obsessed. But it was what I wanted to do. I am excellent at a job that is genuinely important.

At this point I have wholeheartedly embraced it. I’ve been even more focused since my promotion. I will be the convenience store woman, but for my dispensary. It makes me happy.

My Dad is Dracula and Just Got Mangled Trying to Close His Cat in a Tiny Coffin