A Parakeet Named Robin

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Perennial late bloomer: human c. 1987 | married 💍 c. 2020 | conscious woman 🏳️‍⚧️ c. 2023 | machinist c. 2024 | microblogger c. 2026 🏳️‍🌈🇺🇦🇵🇸🖖 she/her (pan)

There's a freight line that crosses my commute. I almost never have to stop, but when I do, the train just crawls through at a maddeningly show pace. Luckily, I've discovered that I can tell when one's coming because there will be several overgrown boys with tripods and expensive cameras set up.

Having only encountered the lasting and deep-rooted effects of childhood sexual abuse secondhand by watching helplessly as the trauma eats my friends alive decades later, I can safely say: those who visit that evil on the world are deserving of neither forgiveness nor mercy.