I am proud of everybody who was willing to talk about their victimization on national TV (and I hope everybody who wasn’t is getting some shot at healing their scars), because I check a ton of privilege boxes (including the big huge white one) and I never tried to press charges for either being a DV survivor or being…

yep, every extended argument i’ve read about ace folks not being legit queer or whatever magically becomes bi/pan-phobia (or erasure) with the switch of a few key words in my experience too.

I used to be a hardcore Cowboys fan back in the Aikman/Irving/Emmett days, and I honestly can’t remember which signing made *me* nope out (I *think* it was Hardy but ???) I’m still a Spurs fan, and one of the reasons is that while they have had *some* not-stellar human beings on the roster, you have to dig way harder…

I live in a big-ass metroplex. I literally CAN’T donate to my local library system. (It gets funded through a mess so complicated they don’t even get to keep all the library fines and when I happened to have a mouse that didn’t work and offered to buy them a replacement they explained that “sorry, mess”). I have…

I had a fair number of beer runs while clerking and this was so far back that pumps weren’t all “pay up first or pay at the pump”, but I was lucky enough to never get genuinely robbed. I knew a dude who used to work graveyard and had been through two armed robberies, though. Both sets got caught, and the grand total…

I used to clerk for 7-11 and later for Diamond Shamrock. Beer runs are a hazard of the biz, but NOBODY I know including me ever had one that was this level of “WTFUCK?”

Me at one point when if I’d reapplied I could have gotten $10/month: “Fuck this shit”. (I was on SSDI and thankfully had nobody but me and possibly a cat to support and check a shitload of privilege boxes including being white and having folks with assets.) The only job I can get these days is seasonal taxes (I *have*…

When pigs fly. (Putting pigs onto planes does not count.)

I could probably GET a year-round job if we had President Denita and her clearly top-notch crew running things. (I would cheerfully accept a 20-25 hour a week position crunching whatever data they would like analyzed however they would like it analyzed.). Can we get like half the Supreme Court impeached now while…

The only thing that surprised me: this isn’t the Panhandle or Jacksonville. (I lived in Pensacola for a bit way back when, and I was very glad to get out of the land of Confederate flag and “Yes Lord We Will Ride With You” bumper stickers.)

I’m sticker-shocked that a QUARTER is $60-80. Apparently that’s just what happens when the majority of the available weed is “I guess I’m supporting whichever cartel managed to get product into town this week”, because here you could probably get an ounce of slightly better stuff or an ounce and a half of reggie for…

Last protest I actually attended in person the organizers were WAY more organized than me (extra signs, extra gloves, “hey you should probably move your car out of their lot so no excuse for hassle”). I made damn sure the sign I picked from their extras didn’t say I was indigenous (it was a “hey Wells Fargo divest…

Where do you get yours from? I’m not anywhere near a DIY person, so my hammer/crowbar/screwdriver baseline house tools are all Harbor Freight (and I rec their store brand batteries and their $7 battery tester, although not for actual DIY/trades use. Pretty sure you need multimeter accuracy for most of that stuff.)

yeah, the reality of the drug biz: you want to get value for product, but barter economy works too because basically everything you listed has *some* value and it’s not exactly like most dealers are filing schedule C’s for their dealing income. (anybody who is: claim “self-employed salesperson”, make sure you have…

Based on my extensive experience watching true crime: ACCURATE.

I hold my hand up so that random children can high-five me when my job requirements mean I have to look sociable at Wal-Mart between tax clients/questions, but if that child does not want to high-five I am definitely not going to make them and I don’t want their parents telling the kid they have to either.

My 9.7 pounds of floof and cattitude mama calico is Cash Money (I’m a tax preparer I wanted a money name), and her kittens are a “how big are you going to GET?” orange tabby dude I named Naranja, and a black and white girl I named Halfway. so yeah, #tabbynation.

I’m white, so I am obviously unqualified to talk about anything but what I’ve been through, but as far as I can tell society tries to train women/femmes/etc. out of setting reasonable boundaries PERIOD, and I would be surprised if that wasn’t even more true when you don’t get to check the “white privilege” box.

As a really neurodivergent “auntie” (bipolar, TBI, probably autistic), I have a lot of respect for the quality extended family support you’re giving your nieces. 

I’d scream at the “I didn’t know it was a black thing” commentator, except y’all a) already did it way better and b) actually have to deal with the full effects of racism I just occasionally get people trying to enlist me into the ranks of sh*tty white people solidarity. The two are not comparable.