Just read a post that managed to lodge “robocop dick” into my cranium and it won’t go away. It’s just all up in there, boggling away.

I used to be a semi professional musician - I informally retired a while back. I’ve spent the last few years immersing myself in community outreach and mental health; it’s rewarding but holy shit it’s EXHAUSTING. So I played my bass today for a half hour and feel… amazing. Self care is vital.

Kenneth Zucker, one of the researchers on this study previously published a research paper where he asked adults to rate the physical attractiveness of children. Just to give you an idea of the types of people behind this m

I am 53. I started at 47. It’s not too late. Also, you aren’t alone.

I don’t understand how people make food without wearing it. Like you never see Barefoot Contessa with tomato sauce on her boobs or shredded cheese in her hair.

Rats.

I’m at a mentally awkward age where I’m torn between “shoes that’ll make me go real fast” and “shoes with heels high enough to emote that I’ll fuck you in a Denny’s bathroom”.

Nothing creates clutter in my life faster and more completely than trying to find a pair of jeans that’ll fit over my mid-January-fat ass.

You know what? Fine. Ban cell phones, smartphones, 5G. All of it. Let’s go back to getting information from Mabel up the road and town criers. At least then the quality of information you got was only dependent on whose dog had pissed on Mabel’s petunias or how loaded the crier was.

This is the dude you’re arguing with the transes about voting for?! Do go on about how I MUST vote for this douche to save democracy. I’m sick of hearing: “this is who I’m voting for so you MUST do the same to save democracy”. Trans people have a 6th sense for evil. Listen this time.

After a lifetime of being a psychology enthusiast, years spent trying to understand my own substance abuse issues, and finally returning to school to get counseling certification, I can reveal the fundamental principal that ties it all together: Boy howdy our brains are fucking weird, man.

You could try to make raising a kid and being an adult suck less. Just an idea.

this essay addresses most issues related to trans people and sports (& clears up nonsense you may hear today in #SCOTUS)

As long as I can continue to turn it off, I’m not sure I give a shit.

The New York Times is failing its readers when it minimizes 1) Child porn generated via Grok 2) The humans, not Grok, created it and 3) The "outrage" is not ambient anger but a demand for accountability. youtube.com/shorts/kkuC-...

I’m not sure how to explain this but purple is the only color that has a smell. Destroy Ice.

My boobs are too big.

I gave myself a debilitating back injury that kept me out of work for weeks picking up a pencil.

I quit drinking just over 4 years ago and haven’t been able to walk a straight line since.

“But Maduro wa…” stop right there and go fuck yourself.

Not sure how bad the deepfake problem is? Read Stella's farewell thread. This is an extreme form of remote sexual harassment that can now be used to target anyone, regardless of platform, in seconds. Despite news stories focusing mostly on CSAM it's still unchecked and rampant on Twitter.

Do these people speak in any other language besides “campaign ad”?

Well thank GOD. Any fewer adverbs and I would be concerned.

@baddowser.bsky.social Boom. Found it! ❤️ www.assignedmedia.org/breaking-new...

Hands cold?! Make toast!!

This may be my favorite post of the year.

One of the wildest things about hormone therapy even after 6 years is I’ll just be sitting around minding my own business and boom - my boobs are bigger.

Man it’s fucking cold outside. Maybe I’ll just put off groceries until tomorrow. #transideology

If you don’t know who in your friend group is the succubus, it’s you.

I can’t wait until she finds out what her employer thinks about maternity leave.

The Blajah-Blavingad effect: when you start hormones and inexplicably flip from a bottom to a top.

Happy Holidays / Christmas / Ram It Up Your Poop Chute Day (whatever it is you celebrate) to all!

Can we all just go back to collectively hating the French? Life was so much simpler.

Why did you transition, wrong answers only. I needed help changing a flat tire.

I can’t adequately express my gratitude to the trans women who showed me what was possible, but I can use what privilege I have to do the same. If I can help one person have freedom from the isolation, loneliness, and despair I felt, it’s a win. This isn’t a sprint or a marathon. It’s a relay.

What could POSSIBLY go wrong?

There is no network known to man that rivals the response rate of the mental health “send cat pics” pipeline.

Santa is real. Everything else is bunk.

It snowed a good three inches overnight and this morning I was reminded of the only brief blessing Covid gave us - silence. You could argue that the silence of the pandemic may have contributed to our ongoing collective PTSD, but I rather miss it.

4 types of gendering: 1 - get the cues, use correct pronouns 2 - innocently fuck up and spend the next 20 minutes hilariously overcorrecting 3 - just don’t get it. Not malicious, just ignorant 4 - misgender with malicious intent #4 is a bigot. They don’t (nor should they) get a pass. Ever.

Maturity is being able to say that your same sex best friend is rather hot actually. Wisdom is realizing you should have fucked him when you had the chance.

When the fuck did this “Hi! Welcome in!” bullshit start.

About a year or so post transition I was driving to work and suddenly said to myself (out loud), “Huh. I’ve got daddy issues.” and so much became clear.

I’m grateful for my sobriety. Without it, I have nothing else to be grateful for.

Its Thanksgiving. Have a happy one. May your day conclude without life lost or conceived.

Ari’s tips for adulting: Apple pie is like an adult pop tart and therefore an acceptable breakfast. Bonus you can add whip cream for a dose of calcium. This has been an “Ari’s tips for adulting”.

SB: “You know it’s going to be impossible for me to tell if you’re having a stroke, right?”

I can see her lying back in her satin dress In a room where you do what you don't confess Sundown, you better take care If I find you been creeping 'round my back stairs Sundown, you better take care If I find you been creeping 'round my back stairs

In 2021 I needed rehab. They had never dealt with a trans woman before, I detoxed on my couch for two days before they called me back with a bed, and I could have died. Now I’m working on certification in clinical psychology specializing in substance abuse and gender dysphoria/family support.