Mossy Feathers (She/They)

You can have mine, hot lady, I don’t want it c:

I don’t have a choice. Being trans is part of my identity, whether I like it or not. It’s not a diagnosis, it’s a label describing who I am. The idea of having to “boy-mode” the rest of my life because I have to bend to the will of some dumbass, PoS Karen who’s own family doesn’t love her, just because she might get offended by who I am is extremely painful. There’s a reason why suicide rates are extremely high among trans people. I cannot change who I am. I cannot cover it up forever. There will become a point at which, no matter how hard I try, it will become obvious that I’m trans.

Don’t say gay, don’t act gay, don’t be gay. That’s what “don’t say gay” is, and that’s exactly what OP is advocating for. And no, it shouldn’t matter if you’re straight or gay, but it does matter because there are more hateful idiots out there than there are loving people.

Your comment suggests you are affected by it, because you suggest that you can’t be open about it.

Furthermore, it doesn’t matter if you keep it to yourself, alt-righters love doxxing LGBT people and reporting them to their workplace. I have a trans friend who’s roommate was abusive, and he’d report her to her workplace as having lied on her resume. She went through several jobs as a result of trying to keep her identity a secret like you, because her roommate reporting her and getting her fired (she eventually found a job that didn’t give a fuck about her being trans, told him to go fuck himself and helped her move away from him).

Quite honestly I’m amazed this post has been left up because it’s basically “don’t say gay”. “Just don’t talk about it and it’s not an issue”. Yeah, it kinda is a problem if Karen gets pissed off because she saw me giving my boyfriend a smooch when he drops me off at my workplace.

You can travel through space too, but again, it won’t affect the world you physically reside in.

😔

Your brain is a time machine. However, it cannot effect the reality that you physically reside in.

Everyone acting like this is a problem with algorithms or whatever. Nah, algorithms have nothing to do with it. Humans are just this stupid and will follow their desire to be “right” even if it leads them off a cliff. I mean, Lemmy loves feeding trolls. No one on Lemmy seems to understand the concept of “block and move on” (not that I’m totally guilt-free, I love feeding trolls for the same reason I love feeding campfires).

No one on Lemmy will just ignore the trolls. Quite honestly, I’m wondering if the Internet should adopt a new strategy: mock the troll-feeders. If you catch someone engaging with a troll, you start making fun of them for feeding it. Make it clear that’s why you’re mocking them. Then maybe they’ll grow a brain and stop feeding them (except intentionally, because that’s honestly kinda fun sometimes).

One and two.

(I’m not sure if arcade carpet is technically Memphis design, but it’s very similar)

My adult life so far: new furniture is cool, but have you seen my new collars? They’re Memphis design-themed! Also I have another protobean because 24 of the little fuckers weren’t enough. Oh boy, it’s Friday! VRC drinking/getting-stoned-out-of-your-mind night! I just spent 9hrs doing an assessment at a mental hospital with my dad and oh boy am I glad my dad was there because otherwise I woulda been locked in without any outside contact but I got to go home after 9hrs of sitting in an empty room with my dad with nothing else to do except talk about life. At least I got a lot of misunderstandings cleared up and I’m feeling way more supported by my parents now (which I need a lot of atm).

(I’ve had a lot of things happen in the past couple months that have made me feel as though I’m starting all over again, but in a good way)

Do not microwave anything plastic. There is no such thing as microwavable plastic. “Microwavable plastic” is simply plastic that doesn’t melt in the microwave. It can still leech, though. Thats why spaghetti often turns plastic Tupperware red when microwaved.

You see ass-destroying slide, I see the makings of a FFA KoTH paintball/airsoft arena.

Riiiiiight. They can’t afford a car and can barely pay rent despite being split between three of them, so they can definitely afford to move to Ohio.

I know several people who work at Walmart. I wouldn’t say they are stupid, but they’re trapped in a shitty situation where they all rely on public transportation (in Texas) to get to work, which means Walmart is one of the only options.

That. That’s a human paw. That’s not a hand. That’s a fucking human paw. Where do I find someone with motherfucking human pawbs.

They had smoking/non-smoking sections into the 90s and early 2000s in Texas. I remember very clearly that my parents would have to ask for seats away from the bar if the restaurant had one, because they almost always allowed smoking. Also hotel rooms being smoking/non-smoking, and you could tell when a hotel was cheap and just swapped the door sign.

Second best was going to MFF. That was my first furcon and it was fucking insane.

Best thing that happened to me was meeting the friends who I went with.

This is what you get when you teach a generation that bad words = social media ban = loss of your social circle. At least that’s my theory.

https://youtu.be/FV2xM7d3_gw

This has some strong furry energy for some reason. Like, those are the kinda bumper stickers I’d expect furries to have, especially the “I eat sand” one.

At the very least, this individual is a creature.

Gunman Chronicles is unironically great. Granted, I love games with ludicrous numbers of weapons, but the fact that the weapons have a bazillion firing modes is fun.