There’s this pervasive myth that exists both online and IRL, that cops are going to be obvious. Frex: I once got fucking yelled at by my dealer because I was smoking with two people who were in his words, without a hint of irony dressed like ‘80s TV detectives. This is fucking asinine and only plays in their favor. “Feds” aren’t stupid, or at least not as stupid as we think.
Almost everything.
I always worry I’m just tweaking when I feel like wreckers are involved in things like this.
Proves what everyone has been laughing at me for saying.
Continuing to struggle with the feeling like I don’t belong, neither as a trans person or even more broadly as a queer person. It feels like a joke—I’m just a straight cis dude in all but name.
“Occupying” a publicly-accessible area of the Capitol building for 6 hours.
I’m not sure if it’s from years of sleeping on concrete, malnutrition, or both—but I am in terrible pain all the time. When I stand up, sit down, sit up, or do any kind of strenuous thing like holding my arms above my head. I am 32.
I actually do make exaggerated cartoonish faces like this—the “loud car” one I do isn’t quite like the one pictured, but close enough.
I don’t know if it’s done with intent or not, but it has the effect of being a tactic of online warfare—say something extremely offensive that will fly under the radar of the mods, either because it’s technically not a TOS violation or because of mod bias in favor of right wing chode fucks, and then report the angry, fiery reactions. That’s how I got at least one of my many site-wide bans from Reddit.
Fuck yeah.
Interesting as fuck. So it really is like how dying would probably be like.
That sounds like nonsense tbh. Cessation of all electrical activity in your brain for any span of time doesn’t sound like something you come back from.
Someone sent me $10 and I got some Thai food.
God this shit sucks.
I describe it as like dying—that’s how I sometimes imagine the experience of dying, and your consciousness getting borked before ceasing to exist.
Update: Got out from underneath the tarp.
I’ve been stuck underneath this tarp for the better part of a week, and I want to pack my shit up today and like, move around and stuff, but it’s hard for me to muster the energy to do anything except lay here.
Today I found out the >$100 Sony headphones I traded a Bostitch nail gun for (I found it, I swear to God) that I thought had been destroyed in the rain still, in fact, work perfectly.
Bahaha
Yeah, this has happened to me a LOT (different context though—it was accusations of being a scammer, or of having some other kind of malicious intent) and it’s fucking heartbreaking, because people often believe what they want to believe, especially in online spaces, and once the mob has made up its mind about your guilt, there’s nothing you can say or do that will save your soul.
It’s amazing too how much this happens in leftist spaces, where you’d think there would be a bit more awareness of like, the fact that some people are ND, etc.
But no. I have even been attacked like this BY OTHER NEURODIVERGENT PEOPLE.