“But what about supporting each other?! What if I run into a Nox?! What if I mess my nappy?!” Nothing hard about it; just a lot of people who’s only comparable experience was Destiny 2; and don’t seem to be able to wrap their heads around the concept of “stealth mission”.

That sounds like even harder work that trying to explain to rando’s why everyone going to the same spy vault one after another in warframe is a bad idea; and I didn’t think ANYTHING was harder work than that.

Life in Aggro was just so damn beautiful this week. Wish I had a partner who gamed. :-(

One of my nieces got a death threat she doesn’t know about for doing a voice-over in a video on YouTube with me. The internet is a dumpster fire, wrapped in racism, wrapped in sexism, wrapped in homophobia, wrapped in even more transhobia.

LOTS of deranged insult-happy tRUMPsters being pricks in the greys, leave them there.

You gotta do what you gotta do. I transitioned at a pretty bad time to do so here; but there’s good people out there, some of them will watch your back.

Here in Dublin I woke up, saw the result, and got drunk. I knew the coming years would be terrible for the US, horrifying for PoC and LGBTQfolk, and just plain shitty for the rest of us; I never imagined just how fast it would go downhill. 

No I’m afraid that trickle you might feel in the future will be the thin, stalling drizzle of piss from a rich guy who can’t piss straight due to kidney stones; may they lodge and blow his fucking bladder up.

Momma didn’t just drop these people on their heads as babies, oh no; she rented them out to a NBA team as warm up balls.

While singing...

I got to install the Next update, boot it, find the stuff to fix my launch thrusters and then I had to leave home for a week; I’m gutted I’m missing out on all these early bugs, they’re often my favourite things in a game. Yes I’m weird. 

Goddesses I hope Brazil has a day like we had not that long ago here in Ireland. 

Well it ended with me getting a week ban from my local and him a lifetime ban. Of course my week ban came with the manageress giving me a bottle of vodka on the way out “To tide you over.”

That was about 15 years ago, back then I was permanently in fight mode; these days I’d probably do it somewhere a little more private. 

Ah French romance, like the French guy who pulled his erect dick out and put it in my hand while I waited to be served in a VERY crowded bar. I loved it, especially when I wrenched it hard 90 degrees and watched as he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Harassment is harassment, and fuck catcallers, flashers, and just…

No need to apologise, just get out and vote, get your family and friends out to vote; take back America before it becomes something even worse.

Last night was horrible, I spent 3 hours in a group skype while all of us tried to come to terms with the fact that every evil bastard in any government knows who we are, what…

Yes, but then the world is left with Pence; and you better believe that terrifies this queer to her fucking bones even from Ireland, it puts too many people I love in a very dangerous place.

People forget that as bad as it was in the past for LGBTfolk there’s no hiding now because we’re all out on social media...they…

Of course, you just swap out the blood for the freshly decapitated head of an enemy...failing that the sacrifice of a really, REALLY good bottle of whiskey/vodka/bourbon/gin/tequila will suffice. 

You just described my handfasting...minus the blood, and chanting. 

There’s a reason one nickname for cops is “the Filth”.