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Big Gay Bear, often kinky and inappropriate, here because why not eh? NSFW, 18+ ONLY #WelfareNotWarfare #TaxTheRich Joined the Green Party, innit. PSN: ThaddyKane He/Him

Well it’s a duvet day today. I’ll still probably get showered at some point but I have little energy or inclination for anything else. Not had one of these in a while. Again, there’s something about September.

Well life is temporarily on hold until the debit card shows up. I can’t tap on and tap off the bus without having done an initial chip and pin transaction with the new card, and it could take up to 10 working days for that to arrive. I can get cash but only at NatWest and Tesco machines.

Welp I’ve contacted the counsellor to see what sessions she can do online every couple of months. I am actually - despite what the horrible goblin keeps pouring into my ear - doing things to get out there and meet people and connect and put roots down. But I also need counselling.

The negativity is overwhelming today. I’m at the gym and I’m so angry at myself! I need to be held. I think it’s as simple as that. Also doing chest and because of this stupid fucking shoulder tendon I feel like a big fat whale with tiny noodle arms!

Having to report fraud on my account. The helpline I was then directed to access refused to acknowledge my banking pin, I tried the Cora AI slopbot but it kept asking if I’d received a suspicious phone call. Tomorrow at the branch in town it is, then.

Woke up earlyish and managed another snooze. And now my bottom appears to have been riveted to the bed. I need something as well as the gym to do on Thursdays. In fact if I could do volunteering on Tuesdays and Thursdays I think that would be neat!

I’ve got a new, bigger, better, bulkier ball! The ladies who changed it for me were fucking hilarious. Like partially-sighted Chuckle Brothers. You have to pull hard until the little thing comes out to stop it shooting up the shaft.

Me posing suggestively and comically with the new ball on the end of my white cane. It’s fancy! And surprisingly hefty.

And the ball’s pretty good too! 🥁

Okay brain/body, why awake at 3.30 (I have been awake over an hour) ? I am definitely run down as I have that ulcer-like soreness on the edge of my tongue, both eyes are sensitive, my armpits are itchy. I’m going to make roasted red pepper and tomato soup to boost my Vit C intake.

Pretty much most gym visits I forget something. Today: the t-shirt I change into after showering at the end of a workout.😤 By the way, anxiety conditions are real and affect one’s ability to coordinate.

As ever with mental health, rest, medication, reflection, and the last of that banging chicken and chickpeas in harissa for dinner has healed me. Gym (definitely) and DnD (hopefully) tomorrow. It’s fucking September 👀

Having an awful mental health day because I realised too late I hadn’t taken my meds today, yesterday I pretty much stayed in so forced myself into town (To Home Sense, wtf is wrong with me?!), and I think I have another eye infection: probably from kissing men but who knows?! 🤦‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

Well I have encountered my first car crash masquerading as a human being on Grindr in a VERY long time - guy who’s been really keen to meet, messaging every offer day, wanted me to fuck him. Wasn’t feeling it today so began to ask him deeper questions: Does he not play with his other half?

One thing I’ve noticed - I’m at Manchester Piccadilly and I can hear the train announcements crystal clear. Even whilst sat on a train with the doors open. Brighton was awful as it was part open to the air and the roof was iron and glass. And also picked the most nasal Nigel going.

My knob has fallen off! The knob on the end of my big white cane, obviously, you sick perverts! Usable but I need to tap it on uneven surfaces. Also exchanged half chub waggles with a guy at the urinals at Manchester Piccadilly. Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🥳🕺🍆

Well there’s not much going on here until 4pm at least. Plenty of board game-y people floating about. I might need to ask an adult how it all works. The more-interesting days appear to be tomorrow and Sunday but also Manc Pride and as I’m a bit anxious probably best I just do today.

Well the employment appointment I was supposed to have didn’t happen. I sat there for an hour listening to the advisor chat with a guy who has complex needs - not once did she approach to apologise or inform me she would not be able to see me at the allotted time.

Employment thing I’ve been taking part in for a couple of weeks contacted me today to ask if I’d be interested in a job opportunity. I asked them to send the job spec over. I haven’t worked contracted hours since 2019 and that was part-time. The job is a 37 hour a week job with a dogsbody vibe.