When your dad dies people are great at saying “let me know if there’s *anything* I can do to help,” but then they get weird when you ask if they happen to be a necromancer.
Nissa Mitchell
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Musician, Writer, Designer—Shitposter. She/her. https://nissamitchell.com/links/
Anyone in Minneapolis have therapist recs? I like the one I went to most recently, but might switch it up as I work through grief re: my dad. Looking for: someone who is queer (and queer positive), not new agey, and that can deal with a girl who has read way too much existentialist philosophy.
One thing I definitely do not miss about Denver: all the white folks who inevitably find a way to tell you they are a “native.” How is this still happening in 2026?
Waking up at 5:00 am to get someone to the airport is nonsense. We can’t keep letting big early bird get away with this.
The only time I’m sympathetic to “I don’t think biological men should be allowed to compete against women” is when lesbians try to woo bi women.
The treatment Darley Herrera has received from the @cityofmpls.bsky.social is appalling. The fact that this worker was fired for zero cause and has been put in a tenuous financial position AFTER Operation Metro Surge is disguting. Our workers deserve better. www.startribune.com/immigration-...
Immigration services misspelled his name. Then Minneapolis fired him.
The termination of Public Works employee Darley Herrera has driven a wedge between city hall and the Laborers Union.
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Fucked up fact that if you’re doing life right, bad things still happen—you just have more people who show up for you afterward. Seems like small consolation, but living it, it’s a big deal.
My dad, Steve Mitchell, died yesterday after a rapid deterioration led to an ER visit on Thursday, and a hospital stay to treat a newly discovered brain tumor that ended suddenly due to a hemorrhage. He was 74, a retired high school social studies teacher, an artist, and a skilled curmudgeon. 1/4
I'm not particularly into men, but I gotta say, I have a soft spot for bois—especially crispy bois. They're the Brandi Carlisle's of the beer world.
It's CRISPY BOI szn.
Boarding a last minute flight, things got backed up and I ended up watching a man in first class scrolling and scrolling on Facebook only to stop when a shitty AI ad for golf balls came up—which he then stared at for like 30 seconds. These are the guys who “worked hard to get where they are.”
"Stress eating a bowl of instant ramen for lunch?" No, no. I'm sodium maxxing. Different thing entirely.
If we're going to force men in the military to take hormones, testosterone is not the one I'd go with. We could be truly innovative, but we're too afraid of winning to even try.
Hegseth announced they're gonna start screening for T and administering testosterone treatment for warriors found wanting
I hate that I've been forced to know that people have opinions on Taylor Swift's dog and what that means about her politics. The internet was a mistake.
What do we owe each other when it comes to mispronouncing words? I'm talking legit mispronunciation—not accent/dialect differences. People want to know when that happens, right? Like, same way you'd want to know if there's toilet paper on your shoe, right?
I don’t know how transphobia can exist when the fact that having/not having boobs can make someone sad is such a perfect distillation of the absurdity of the human condition, and the fact that we’ve learned how to add/remove breasts as a result is such a perfect distillation of human compassion.
Meta when you want to give them information: Right this way, ma’am. Could we interest you in an ad or 10? Meta when you want to delete information (posts): LOL, how does delete work? Clicky clicky? No, no—too easy.
Amy Klobuchar’s eulogy for Lindsey Graham was 390 words long. This was 390 more words than she has said in support of trans people
Sapphics learning that men’s testosterone levels have been steadily declining over the last 50 years: Oh no. That’s horrible… What will we ever do when the men are all soft and pretty?
Got slammed into consciousness this morning by my partner telling me, in a dream, that she had been watching The Pitt without me. Dream logic dictated this was a divorce-level betrayal.
My dishwasher just had a software update. This feels… wrong.
Saw a weird, bearded, topless, mountain man on the Cedar Lake trail by the stadium tonight, and became immediately jealous of his ability to roll around topless on such a gorgeous evening.
Their America: Driving a large SUV 20 minutes to the chain grocery store to buy second-rate jarred salsa and sad chips for “couples game night.” My America: Riding a Dutch bike 2 blocks to a Mexican market to get three different fresh salsas, chips, and guacamole to feed my gay-ass tabletop group.
“Wait until uptown comes back” bro, what if the safer infrastructure and new bike lane on Lyndale is what does it? People like to go places where it’s enjoyable to be, and that usually involves building for humans, not cars.
hennepin ave business owner says only 3% of the population bikes for commuting. “i’m pro bike. i’m pro safety. i ride every week. but i’m a business guy.” says we need to pause lyndale ave a couple years until uptown comes back, then do the construction
Everyone knows that riding a bike for transportation makes you cooler and hotter that other people. And, after repeated tests, I can now confidently state that riding a *Dutch bike* for transportation increases the effect by at least 2x.
I’m very worried that well-meaning millennials are raising the most insufferable generation yet due to the irrational fear that setting limits and giving constructive age-appropriate feedback is somehow abusive.
If anyone is wondering whether @mcbl.bike is still endorsed by the opossum community in south Minneapolis, the answer is: yes. This friendo, who I have named Ossum O’Possum, met me at the door to our garage tonight as I came back from mplsqueerbook.club.
Do you think the conservative women pushing the idea of having as many kids as possible *know* that they have a kink? No shame, honest question.
@lauragmitchell.com and I are finally watching The Pitt, and I'm enjoying it quite a bit, but I cannot imagine a less bingeable show. I feel like I have a new thing to talk to a therapist about every episode.
My dad taught me all sorts of stuff most people—especially women—don’t get taught, and I am very handy as a result. Sadly, he did not warn me that being handy is curse, and dooms you to a life of doing things you don’t want to do and that other people blithely pay someone else to do.