As a consummate lesbian shit-ass, I find the outrage a whole lot of nothing.

Um, yes on EVERYFUCKINGTHING you mentioned. Bless.

Oh yes. I recall my sister fucking hating me because I got to use the beltless pads (she was a lot older), but honestly, why the fuck did nobody think of the sticky back thing until then? The whole belt thing scared the fuck out of me and I couldn’t figure out how you could wear it with supertight jeans; jeans so…

I am so very sorry. It is a terrible, painful loss, unlike anything else. Please be good to yourself and know that you gave your baby Mofie (great name!) a wonderful life.

Gah! That face! The paw!

Perfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfectperfect

I wanna boop that nose so bad.

I raise your ridiculously squee mountain lions with my two beasts:

I really can not stand that this amazing, beautiful, fucking lovely family is leaving soon. I am SO anticipatory grieving.

FYI, LOVE your avatar.

Absolutely! The EV has been so fucking gentrified, with the population (read: white kids) doubling over the last 20 years. Obviously, there are still random acts of violence, but the hood is fucking packed to capacity with transients (college kids), and wall street bros, which certainly makes it safer, but kind of…

This neighborhood continues to surprise. There are quite a few spitters around but all of male persuasion. I’ll look out for her!

Can it wait until November? The election will help me decide if I should stand in the direct path of the meteor.

I haven’t lived on the UES for long enough to answer that question.

I actually use the one on 79th and Third which is kind of fancy. There is a plethora of library branches around here which is great. Hopefully, there is no pooping allowed in any of them.

Thanks. Yeah the food situation is a challange, but the subway completion (hahahahhahahha) should help that out. There have actually been a lot of great places opening on 2nd Ave, and when the douchebros aren’t around, which is like for one hour on a Wednesday, it can be really nice.

Word. I recently moved TO THE SAME FUCKING BLOCK as the poop wedgie bro, and honestly it’s more fucked up than the East Village where I lived for 25 years. It’s far, far east and away from the fancy, and it is very, very odd. On the upside, it’s close to the east river, so when the meteor hits I get to jump in first.

I would follow that man ANYWHERE.

The pronunciation of “fambley” is so fucking perfect. It’s like talking to my sister on the phone.

Ugh. It sucks so hard that your family was pressuring you. Everything everyone wrote in response is dead on. I have nothing much to add other than to say you are so not alone. I am starting recovery just as the summer is taking off when I usually have a lot of boozy events and I am kind of dreading it. So that sucks.…