literally do this spiel with all ma boys...an no bristly end of the hairbrush either, babies~
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For those of us who *look* different, the frisson of fear rising is familiar and terrifying. We are organizing to protect and cheer one another. FILM if someone is harassing you-being recorded often deters further violence FLEE get safe FIGHT if you must-know how. Stay strong, stay vigilant.
where’s that ‘nobody cares about your boner’ thing when you need it?
Always go with MANATEE. Be a proud Sea Cow.
Yup. We did an open mic in the vicinity of a Yelawolf show last night, and the vibe was Romper Stomper all over. ‘Shoot that bitch in the head’ threats, that little frisson of fear. Today we are talking personal safety and underground railroading the rainbow kids :( I’m in Idaho. It’s gonna get early 80s up in…
I got nothin to add except I obtained a deck of tarot cards at that store a million years ago in the nineties. My friend lived around the corner. It was like this then, too.
and I thank you for that very specific and hilarious mental image file. Also, agreed.
As a sweet young curvy thing back in the eighties when this front thong bs was popular the first time around, I lounged poolside oblivious to the fact that my 14yo labia and nipples were peeping out around the edges of the rainbow slingshot. ALL the leery old menz thought it was super, tho.
As a person with a mobility issue, I HATES THOSE THINGS. Even when I’m wearing my Forrest Gump legs, my toes have a hard time lifting up and over those bumps. Whoever mandated that for ‘disabled people’ did not consider the upright disabled shuffle walker. Or elderly person. Or wheeled rider-the spaces between the…
The dorkus I went to Prom with DID THAT. Kid’s a rainbow baby (in ALL the ways) living in Sagebrush Acres, Nowhere, USA with that name. FFS.
Imma assume you do not own children cuz all children are psychopaths. Natural and ingrained, right from zot.
early-ish there was about half an episode dedicated to his hair maintenance protocol. so many products. in quadruplicate.
Me own mudder competed in the Houston 1963 pageant, second runner up finish. I have the dress-exactly these in grass green tulle. Unforch, she still has the rest of that shite stuffed inside her head. I remain a disappointment.
Nipple. That is all.
Oh and it took my partner approx 8 YEARS to be able to entertain the possibility of being on the spectrum. So lack of self-awareness is a piece of it. Alternatively, your instincts around being manipulated by man-babies might be spot on.
I recognize some of what you describe-I think maybe you like partners on the spectrum? My partner and child are both a bit aspie (or AssBurger, as we refer to it), and they both go blank/shut down in certain social situations. I have felt better about it since recognizing it as spectrum behavior, and our extended…
I’m glad to hear it! Great job, Ms. GotYoShitTogetha!
A while back I told my partner I wanted to become an Alchemist. Reply: ‘That’s not a thing. Get a job.’ Now I can definitively say ‘Being an Alchemist IS TOO a thing. $55 USD!’ Damn.
I knew that guy. He went by Tony, and if somebody accidentally found out his real name he made ‘em do a blood oath of secrecy.