So...nobody’s deleted my authorship privs like I asked, so I may as well do something positive. When I’m able to talk about what I’m dealing with, like I did in my last post, terrified people come out of the woodwork to say...how terrified they are.
I have complex PTSD and gender dysphoria, both of which are brain things. And, to express it technically, we still basically know fuck all about the brain. As a result, my specialists have no confidence in rhe treatments they recommend.
If so, let us cleanse all this unpleasantness with some Stevie Ray. Why this song? Because despair is so easy to come by, especially these days. But, me? I ain’t gonna give up on love. And love? It ain’t gonna give up on me. Thanks so much to you all for bearing with me through my cuntiness over the last 12 or so…
As opposed to reply to the other half dozen reaponses, please just let me offer an open apology. Somewhere in the midst of that thread, I realized that I’d...completely lost my shit.
I tend to post periodically in the middle of the night on the weekends (while, yes, drinking.
Near as I can tell, for breakfast it will be watching men in super tight pants luging. While I’m drinking mimosas. This doesn’t strike me as a bad Sunday morning....
If you’re not watching guys ski really hard and the stop to...shoot targets, then...I really don’t understand you. This is just so much fun....
Other than because...it’s on. Meaning, do we have a GTer from the Netherlands?
I mean, your guy just lost against...New Zealand. (For Americans, this is like the Patriots losing the super bowl against...the browns). Cmon guys, step it up!
Because Korea just beat Belgium in speed skaring. Why? I don’t know. Why do I care even now? An excellent question.....
Why don’t we care about sports? I mean, we do, obviously, but something about how our badass women hockey players is never going to be displayed on the national stage. 37 years ago, our national men shocked the world by winning the gold medal. I was a little kid then, so that moment with the al Michaels call meant a…
Usa v Finland, no score with two minutes to go in the first.....
Or, for anywhere that matter, because interacting with other people when you have PTSD is hard (very hard!). Even harder when you have gender dysphoria. Combine the both and it’s lovely.
Also, Merterns kicked ass, in spite of her grunting....
The traumas are over. The person who really mattered to me, my child, is safe. He’s almost 17 now, an honors student, in a relationship with the same adorable girl for almost a year. So he’s fine, which is the thing I’ve worried about for the last five years. So not only have I propagated the species, I’ve raised a…
Because that’s me. Seriously. I’m done. I’m going to sit here and rage on the Internet about politics because that’s what it seems to take to get anything done.
But I don’t hear anyone talking about how angela davis is still kicking ass and taking names. This woman is literally history and also still alive and speaking. Think about that for a second. Google who she is if you need to and then, even if you don’t need to Google her, wonder why we’re not all thinking and acting…
The college radio stations, the only places you could hear Not Huey Louis, were...left of the dial. Playin make up, wearin guitar.....
