I’m so proud of Charlie Kirk, he really saved up a lot of blood for show-and-tell.

🐢🐢🐢

At at one point in the distant past, my school notes were cold, clinical, written in neat straight block lines, without style or care; people had accused me of memorizing Helvetica; they weren’t far off.

And now, here I am in my middle age, taking a photography class, and my notes look like this:

Pre-transition, I had always thought there were rules about thought: that thoughts always had to stay “normal” and couldn’t really veer off a beaten path. This could have come from my childhood, where I grew up in a culture where conformity was taken to an extreme.

But now, I’ll write random notes to myself, say funny things online and into a microphone, and be human as broadly as possible, to relate to the feelings of others and create my own as well, do lateral thoughts, wordplay all over, and just try to do and think things that make my personal world a bit brighter for me.

AI slop has no place in books.

He too, will be found to be in someway trans, despite it making no sense whatsoever.

40. :/

Found Heather Morell’s account.

~I realize that on second take, by googling her name, it comes up with a whole big old list of actually living or dead people. I mean the Heather Morell from Katalepsis, which honestly every trans girl should read, full stop, bar none.~

Be a giant space station? May want to read Station Eternity by Mur Rafferty.

Hello.

I’m a terrorist.

I’m a terrorist because I advocate that all the rich people shouldn’t have all the money, and that all the poor people shouldn’t be slaves.

Also don’t forget about Mobile Task Force.

It me, I help secure, contain, and protect… stuff.

This is because Trump is a saboteur.

Shit, yo, go get a couple slices and pat your dad on the head and tell him you love him.

My gender isn’t illegal either.

I never changed it. Tanis back then, Tanis now.

You know what you want.

Go take it.

I laid down the ultimate sacrifice for your setup. Blåhaj bless.

Bofa what?

Uh, hashtags don’t work on Lemmy.

Thanks, Pete. Remember that you don’t use the nice cloth napkins to wipe the boot polish off your lips when you’re done.

Fuckin’ LGB-sans-T motherfucker.