It’s just so sad. 

Well, bleh on your mom, as always. And hell no she ain’t staying at your place. But I’m so glad to hear that things are going well with your girlfriend. And not to wish illness on anyone (let alone a woman who sounds like a lovely person), but there’s something to be said for getting through the first time someone is…

Hi Maya—it’s nice to see you, so there’s that, even though yes, this does suck (I’m not sticking around tonight, gonna take my migraine offline in a bit, but I really wanted to check in and say hi). I have really valued coming here over the last few years, and this is just sad.

I spent three hours planting bulbs today, and now my abs hurt.   Fuckers better grow. 

I think they said they get $50 per post these days, I wouldn’t read the comments either.

running off all the writers did not help either. nor the fucking slideshows

I was trying to get into “Our Kind of People” but they gave away the goods way too early. I was hoping for a “Revenge” kind of slow burn. Binged “You” season three like a six pack of Pringles cans from Sam’s Club. 

Fix Kinja. Please and thank you. I have so many responses to my comments that I can’t even access. 

It really does suck.

Updates updates updates

I doubt people will see this as I’m grey on this account but I find it so sad that SNS has come to this . 28 minutes up and zero comments , last week the comment section was so sparse . This used to be a thriving community but because of Kinja not caring about it’s commentators and not fixing the many, many issues…

So my best friend had a baby several months ago. I am the godmother (YAY!). She is VERY invested in me being okay (each of our therapists, neither have met each other, say our friendship might be just a smidge codependent).

When I first go Kia, we went to the cottage and I sat on the porch with a book in one hand and just held out my other hand for the ball, which she’d put in my hand, and then I’d toss it down the steps and down the hill and she’d run down to fetch it and we’d do it again. For hours.

Hey y’all, I’m drinking red wine and watching Penn State football. And I’ve been throwing the tennis ball for Connie for what seems like hours. There’s no quit in this puppy. Maybe there’s no quit in any puppy, but Connie is relentless. So sweet in her little scarf, though.

Shelter Cat Update!

Darwin pupdate:

So, this week was dedicated towards making my apartment a livable space, somewhere I’m not embarrassed to have my girlfriend over. So begs the question; How do you make a place of abuse livable? And the answer was, throw everything out. I’ve thrown out almost thirty full trash bags of pre-transition clothing, photo…

A stranger’s sympathies:

Hi all,

You have a real point here. Personal stories might shift people whose minds are already at least somewhat open to the shift. They do nothing to people who are firmly opposed to it, and in fact a personal story in that case often just seems manipulative. It’s basic rhetoric. You adapt your appeals to audience attitude.…