supposedly, finding a perfect description of all your neuroses in a psychiatry book and finally putting label on things can help you down a new road towards healing. but... i know i am a mess. i accepted that long ago. to discover i am such a basic mess that i have been classified as a typology...
tofu & tesla! (& krisko) π π π² βΏ
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this account is cat pics, nerd talk, lefty politics, ttrpgs, books (mostly animorphs) & bad jokes tofu is a flamepoint saimese cat tesla is a black & white cow cat krisko is a nerdy bi disabled autistic minnesotan socialist catdad human (all he/hims)
face paint would set off so many autistic sensory issues, so could never be a juggalo. i am a human space heater. i once had someone date me until the spring thaw so they didn't freeze at minneapolis bus stops. i would broil myself in furry regalia. otherwise i may have considered these paths.
furries and juggalos are both communities to which we'll never belong, but hold utmost respect for as nearly unconditional allies
it's bullshit that you can be smart/informed enough to understand how and why you are having specific psych issues... and still be unable to overcome them without years of work also bullshit: realizing you're having a panic attack and are actually safe does not let you stop having the panic attack
not a thought in that pretty little head
sitting on the porch, smoking a j, bopping along to punk covers of pop songs, watching the dog try to eat lightning bugs. sometimes life is good.
here's a fun lil exercise for cis people: how many articles would a publication have to print calling for your extermination before you would expect people who care about you to stop giving them money? and how would you feel if their excuse for still supporting them is some fuckass crossword puzzle?
tesla is *just barely* tolerating sharing my lap with wiggles
tofu was happy we brought dnd sunday back so he could get pets from more people. this week i played instead of dming. i was a very high elf wizard named sativa kindbud. today i accidentally sold magical drugs to undercover fascists, and when i realized who they were i set their dicks on fire.
tofu was happy we brought dnd sunday back so he could get pets from more people. this week i played instead of dming. i was a very high elf wizard named sativa kindbud. today i accidentally sold magical drugs to undercover fascists, and when i realized who they were i set their dicks on fire.
well fuck, i have a social obligation it is now too late to cancel. time to be anxious about it until people arrive and i remember that i actually like spending time with my friends so why was i worried about this
i knew when i started playing dnd years ago that i would end up here. i resisted, i tried not to, but the inevitable happened. i have bought my first supplies to run a warhammer 40k campaign. god-emperor forgive me.
buying weed in college always began with friends telling me something like "ok, this guy's name is sex ed. it's short for sexual edward. he has some weird opinions. a great guy... once you get to know him. but also never ever leave your female friends alone with him. also don't mention the jews."
y'all i tried so hard to get footage of this squirrel twerking (squirking??) for you
[david attenborough voice] when sleeping, the distinctive eyebrows of wiggles form into a pair of false eyes, giving potential predators the illusion that she is awake and alert
tofu is not pleased that wiggles is getting so much lap time
fun fact 1: my body increasingly cannot differentiate between my implanted defibrillator going off and a panic attack fun fact 2: my defibrillator goes off almost every night when my pulse drops during deep sleep
thank god i did interesting stuff in my 20s so i have a stockpile of anecdotes because now i'm boring as shit but i'll always have the time i called panic! at the disco "fall out boy" and they got so upset they stormed off from their fan event and left early on the tour bus
wiggles and i have spent the morning chasing some of my neighborhood's albino squirrels
dogsitting wiggles reminds me why i stopped at two animals: limited number of hands, terrible foot-petting skills
what would i do without wiggles' keen supervisory skills?
i had to set up a dog bed in the kitchen so wiggles would let me do the dishes
i had to set up a dog bed in the kitchen so wiggles would let me do the dishes
my grandfather used to say "good shit, maynard" when he liked something, and until the day he died he absolutely refused to answer who "maynard" was
What's your personal great white whale of an unsolved mystery? The thing you desperately hope is solved before you die because you need to know the answer? Mine is the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum heist. Where the hell are the Rembrandts. I need the full story
hello bluesky! wiggles says hi!