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Over here (UK) the firearms laws are so strict that most people consider guns completely illegal. To get a firearms licence, you’ve got to have a 100% squeaky clean CRB (Criminal Records Bureau) record, as well two references from people not related to you, and the police approach your GP to check with them whether

So a man with a history of “domestic disputes” severe enough to warrant the police having to attend was legally able to obtain a gun with which to kill his wife. That’s an odd interpretation of a well regulated militia.

If I found my team mate in bed with a goddamn canoeist I’d grab my phone and record the entire tryst whilst narrating their every move in my best David Attenborough voice.

I think Trump’s exploiting the shit out of Juanita, and the She-Clinton shouldn’t be held accountable for what the He-Clinton did.

That guy’s a damned hero!

I love how happy all these little dogs are!

Cheers Zeetal!

Ta lovely! That mesh sling thing sounds divine, anything that means sneezing doesn’t result in agony is music to my ears!!

Cheers Cocopop!! I’m going to call my surgeon’s secratary on Monday and see if they’ll pull forward my appointment now the diagnosis has changed, one positive of getting the letter is that it gives me better grip for (hopefully) getting some control of the situation. I think my greatest emotional reaction has been

Thank you for sharing this, I don’t know anyone who’s been in the same boat, so no one can tell me what classes as slow growing!

I have, but many years ago, and I don’t think I was at a point where I could get the best out of it (I think you need to know more about yourself to get the best out of therapy, you can’t expect a therapist to do all the work), though now I think I very much benefit from a therapist!

There also came a point when I realised that somewhere out there, someone who knows me is probably using me to minimise another person’s hard time with “hey, look at everything that’s gone on for Martni, she’s still truckin’ on, you should do the same”. I ain’t being no-one’s bootstraps, fucker.

When I reel out the past couple of years, it doesn’t seem possible that a fuck tonne of shit could hit one person like that, but I know it has done, I’m stuck living with it!!!

I’ve a connective tissue disorder that means my body can’t synthesise collagen - in my spine, it’s causing multi-level degenerative disk disease, and quite literally EVERY disk I have is protruding into the nerve in a slalom like fashion, which as you can probably imagine is painful and impedes my mobility (my twin

That’s such a similar set up to my family it’s uncanny - mother and father would have very rare cold wars occasionally, but other than that no fighting, mother no friends AT ALL, worshipped at the alter of my father, both classic narcissists. Girl children lower than dirt, boy child was so worshipped he had two

My friend has an 18 month old that she breast feeds. I was with her once when she walked 15 minutes to the tram stop with this huge kid hanging off the end of her tit and she didn’t break a sweat, let alone want to stop and rest her arms for a bit. She must have serious weightlifting skills.

Eh oh! I need a soothing rant.

I was brought up to just lie still and take a beating, because I obviously always deserved it according to my parents (I was also told I was too stupid for any career I said I wanted and my sister and I made to clean the house top to bottom every day from before we started primary school whilst our brother played with

Oh god, so right. My ex claimed in court that *I* was in fact the abuser (he came out with some complete fabrications, and in fact when I’d had him arrested scratched himself with his disgusting talons to make it look like I’d attacked him - I have a tissue disorder and can’t grown nails beyond my nail bed, so it was

Snap with being let down by the legal system, snap with still being gravely effected (both physically and mentally, repeated blows to the head left me with epilepsy, and mentally, even if I felt safe around a guy my self esteem is in tatters from how derogatory he was about my body, especially my genitals - I couldn’t