pet peeve that happens more often than you would both think and want
[image description: a four panel comic of a blank grey person, a blank blue person, and the artist’s sona, doc, an axolotl with glasses. in panel 1, doc and the grey person are looking at the blue person, who is saying “hi i am male character with a complex about my identity. i am miserable and forcing myself to be something i’m not. transgender imagery keeps being associated with me especially in scenes where i’m most sad and/or angry about my identity, which is male. even if i hate it. even if it’s painful.” in panel 2, doc is thinking of an egg over a trans flag while the grey person says “omg transmasc king”. in panel 3, doc’s thought bubble pops as he quickly looks over at the grey person with a baffled expression. in panel 4, doc, still baffled, looks back over to the blue person, who is saying “i cannot stress enough that i am so unhappy with who i currently am and who i currently am is male”. end id]
Sometimes I do this exercise of depicting things in as few lines as possible. Teaches you a lot about “what makes something look like something.” I highly recommend it.
I love thinking I’m a hater and then meeting a real hater and going wow that does not look fun actually. Going back to my lukewarm hater ways. Performative haterdom. I couldn’t name five hater bands.
I booked myself in for a massage tomorrow with my physio lady cause my jaw and neck are all locked up from the dentist today and it makes you fill out a little questionnaire to better tell your PT what kind of treatment you need. except when I was filling it in I’d just taken a bunch of pain killers and words were hard but then I logged back in to make sure I’d actually booked it and
Reason for your visit?
What kind(s) of pain are you experiencing?
Special Requests
I shouldn’t be laughing, I feel awful, but I’m just imagining you addressing a person this way.
Don’t feel too bad, my physio lady was pissing herself laughing when I showed up. Everytime she tried to pull up my profile to talk about the appointment she’d devolve into hearty chuckling while apologizing continually for laughing at my expense.
And for anyone wondering she was able to ease a considerable amount of the pain. Even while occasionally breaking out into bouts of barely suppressed giggling.
when I was like 14 I used to reblog these posts on here that were like “YOUR 20S ARE NOT AN IMAGINARY RACE YOURE DOING JUST FINE!!” just to be positive towards my older mutuals even though i didn’t really get what they were abour and I’d be in the tags like “#so true!! #everyone does things at their own pace!!” and now im 24 I’m thinking back to it and it’s like Oh of course the imaginary race. Which I’m losing
Most non-Minnesotans have no idea what this means, but to put it plainly: we’re raised with not just the expectation but essentially -programming- to assist others who get stuck during the winter. We’ll help people we’d otherwise punch on sight if they’re stuck in the snow and ice, for zero reward.
This is the level of rage we’re at with ICE. I’m not joking to say it’s almost physically painful to not help someone stuck like that, and it’s worth it because the people stuck are ICE.
The only way we have to express how mad we are above this is channeling the First Minnesota all over again.
ALT
