Ewww!!!! I just saw another man’s…Jesus Christ, I swear to god, I’m not interested!! What is it with all the porn accounts, anyway? I made it extremely clear that I’m not interested in other people. The only penis I want in the entire world is attached to my partner.

I just now got Discord to work on my computer. It won’t work on my phone, probably because it’s outdated, but that’s okay. If you’re interested in hearing my constant yammering on another site, my username is seasonsandstars_48678.

My partner has the power to absolutely devastate me. The thing is, I know he won’t use it. Know how I know? Because he’s never used my vulnerability against me. However, the same cannot be said for basically everyone else in my life.

I guess today’s a rare day where I’m wrong. I’m on the phone with my mom right now.

My mom’s avoided my calls for a week now. I think she’s avoiding me. This always happens. I try to do something solid and she flakes. I don’t know why I expected things to be any different, but I’m tired of being thrown to the wolves. I hope I’m wrong, but it’s rare that I am.

All of my Miraculous Ladybug dolls are sold, so yay! There’s $55! It sounds like sarcasm, but it’s not. I’m not stopping selling some of my stuff that I don’t want to move anymore.

The scary part about me, being so intelligent, having a MAGA father is seeing how most Americans are like him. Be they left, right, or middle, I can’t unsee how American he is. The pride, arrogance, and ignorance in the average American is embarrassing. But I defend my fellow smarties.

I wish His Assholiness would grow some brains instead of volume when talking to his fellow MAGA crybabies. That would require him swallowing his pride, though, and that’ll never happen.

My MAGA narcissistic crybaby father hates women being in charge of…well, anything really. So imagine my total lack of surprise when he started piling on the governor in VA doing the redistricting vote. This is the same guy who dropped out of high school at 15 because he was a whiny bitch.

My partner and I are…I dunno, saying “sexually compatible” doesn’t seem to cover it. I’ve said before that, despite not believing in soulmates, I can understand why people do after being with my partner for so long and fitting so well together. But there’s one disadvantage to our relationship.

Can I spend 5 seconds of my life not smelling shit?!

Never been prouder of anything in my life. I hate AI and anyone who uses it.

Virginia voted Yes to redistrict. For the first time in…I don’t even know how long, since it was always Repukes who did it. Of course my father bitched about it because he’s stupid and MAGA. But I was one of those Yeses. In fact, I was among the first. There was never a doubt in my mind.

Virginia voters approved a complete redrawing of their congressional districts to offset pushes by President Donald Trump to increase the Republican majority in the House of Representatives. There clearly will be a blue tsunami in November! www.usatoday.com/story/news/p...

BREAKING: YES vote WINS Virginia’s redistricting referendum. A victory for Democrats!

It’s official - VICTORY in Virginia as voters approve new redistricting plan with a 10-1 Democratic advantage This could mean up to FOUR more seats for Dems in House this November Mike Johnson, consider yourself on notice - the American people are about to FIRE you

This is the drawing. Impressive, isn’t it? No one has permission to use this in AI training, understand? My sib is not a pacifist like me; they will kick your ass if they see their drawing used for AI. And I won’t interfere, seeing as I’ll be watching, laughing and eating popcorn.

My sib drew the most incredible crow drawing. Damn! I’m jealous of the 2-D gift they have for drawing, but way more than that it’s impressive. I’ve always been envious of people who can sketch. Kind of like some people’s ability with music, where I believe my partner shines the brightest.

A lot of people call others “sensitive” like it’s a bad thing. Yet it’s probably the single most attractive quality in my partner. So to me, “sensitive” is a good thing; it’s better than being an uptight, frigid, emotionally stunted asshole. At least the sensitive person has actual feelings.

On April 21, 2016, Prince Rogers Nelson died from a fentanyl overdose. He was 57 years old.

I’ve caught myself sometimes saying things in a Brooklyn accent. His Assholiness doesn’t have a NY accent, nor does the rest of my family. I guess it’s from practicing the accent in case I have the opportunity to voice Jake Pham, since she sounds like Bea Arthur crossed with Joe Pesci in my head.

For my partner? I’m wildly gay.

My belly button itches and I just washed it in the bath yesterday like any other day I bathe. What the hell is going on in there?

I just noticed a little bit ago that the heads on the hug emoji look like a heart. 💜 🫂 Mind blowing, innit?

Queerness is often written as a joke. My identity as a queer person, a demi-pansexual trans man, is not a joke. I don’t appreciate being treated as one. Dark and/or gallows humor is one thing; being treated as a lesser, as a living joke, is another.

Chapter 12 is up for I Can Go The Distance. Please be warned: there is brief self-harming behavior. I understand if you can’t handle that part of the story, so if it threatens your mental health to read it, please don’t feel bad about walking away. Much love. 🩵 archiveofourown.org/works/515875...

I can’t believe my youngest kitty - my baby!!! - is 11 years old today! I hope she stops that “getting older” nonsense; she’s so precious to me. Happy birthday, Simone Chevelle, aka Moanie!!

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My great fantasy is to duct tape the narcissist in one of these godawful dining room chairs and then duct tape his mouth shut, and then getting the fuck out of dodge. It’s better than the violent fantasies I used to have. At least I’m not stabbing him 157 times in my current fantasy.

Howie resisted going night-nights (because it’s early for us) and the narcissist screamed at me to let Howie stay with him. Fuck you, asshole!! I take orders from no one! I answer to no one! And it’ll stay that way! You are not my lord and master! I am Jack and you’ll let me be or shut the fuck up!

I may be stubborn, but I’m not stupid. If I know something’s not worth fighting for, I’ll give it up. I may be disappointed, but I move on. But, as in the case with Howie, if I find a cause to fight for, I’ll fight to the bitter end. I’m underestimated because I’m a pacifist. Huge mistake.

What perfect album came out when you were 16? Almost exactly a week after my 16th birthday, in fact, this album was released. Ah, Three Days Grace…the album for every punk/emo angsty teen in the late 00’s-2010’s.

My partner is such a smarty guy. I may have come up with the idea, but I get his input on my ideas to see if they’re feasible because I trust his judgment. After all, I can be hotheaded at times; it’s a hard habit to break. He thinks my idea of using Ozzy’s circumstances in my case is a good idea.

I just realized something. The narcissist is also responsible for my firstborn Ozzy dying so young. I know I have a picture lying around of when Ozzy was obese. If I can find that, I can use it in my lawsuit against His Assholiness. I can finally get justice for my firstborn too.

Finally, after the shit I’ve been through today, I’m getting a chance to talk to my partner and I feel so much better. Yeah, it’s not physical proximity, but it’s better than being totally alone like I was. But now I understand how I was infected in the first place. Isolation breeds depression.

Me:

None of the people I want most in my life are anywhere near me, and what perfect timing - my fucking depression is getting worse. I’m so miserable. I don’t know why the narcissist feels like it’s okay to hurt me the way he is, but I don’t deserve it.

I hit my head on my car door. I’m lucky my head only mildly smarts. It hurt!

Lonely, bored, and in need of a hug. But only from one of 3 people. Fuck my life…

I finally snapped back at His Assholiness! I’d had enough. He “corrected” my driving back to back and I’d had enough. I can’t take the abuse like I used to. So I yelled at him to stop barking at me. And he won’t put up with me anymore? Motherfucker, try being me! You couldn’t handle it, shithead.

I finally snapped back at His Assholiness! I’d had enough. He “corrected” my driving back to back and I’d had enough. I can’t take the abuse like I used to. So I yelled at him to stop barking at me. And he won’t put up with me anymore? Motherfucker, try being me! You couldn’t handle it, shithead.

Oh Christ, here we go again. I breathe and it’s “what?” Not everything I do has a meaning, asshole! Leave me alone!!!

My toxic trait, no joke, is: when I know I’m right about something, I don’t yield to the other person in the argument. Just now the narc screamed at me that Prince was the artist behind We Didn’t Start The Fire. Everyone knows it’s Billy Joel, right? So I didn’t budge. I knew I was right.

The narcissist has decided that I can’t figure out the difference between an EV bus and a gas-powered bus. He honestly thinks I’m stupid. Christ on a stick, I drove a Prius! Of course I can tell the difference between gasoline and EV!! No, I’m not stupid. He is, and I’m sick of it.

The narcissist has fallen asleep to his show at a part where - get this - children were shown being tortured and screaming. I, meanwhile, could barely hold back tears even though I wasn’t watching it. I don’t understand narcissism. I don’t understand how he can just pretend it’s okay.

I REALLY need Karens to stop acting like I’m evil just because I’m more of a man than their husbands. Seriously, it gets old after a while. How about this? If you’re not my mom, don’t try to reprimand me. My existence is none of your concern.

👏 Congratulations to Sade Adu, the first British black woman to be inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. #MusicSky #Sade rockhall.com/sade/

Translation: that guy’s the Antichrist and he fucking sucks.

Toxic people never worry about being toxic.