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This!

My barbies had a lot of sex. Along with their action adventures, and being in a rock band...and yeah, there was a lot of murder and death as well...

wow I am doing so many of these things out of order.

My boomer mother overcompensated for her own neglect by coddling my sister and I. I will freely admit that. I still know how to do laundry, I can cook although I don't because I find it boring, I can drive stick and automatic (I've never owned a car but when I do I will learn how to fix it), I can sew etc etc.

I once dated a guy who I thought was the hottest shit on the planet. I had no idea why girls weren't lining up around the block for him. A friend gently told me it was because he was objectively, weird looking. It made me happy that I seemed to be the only one who could see how hot he was because it meant no one

There is no such thing as 12am or pm, there is only 12 midnight or 12 noon and NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW THIS. It makes me crazy.

All of this forever ^^^

For a long time my dad was a Very Important Exec with a major international company and he told me this gem about one of his fellow Very Important Execs.

We drink a lot of cheap wine. I wonder if that has anything to do with our crippling debt and unemployment rates?

Okay. Guys. It's interesting. It's educational. (It's very pink! the inside of the human body is so...delightful in shade) But is it beautiful?

I have mental health issues and I've cried at work before. In the bathroom. Or the parking lot. I have had days where trying not to cry on public transportation is a hurculean task. But I manage. Because I'm a fucking grownup who can handle her shit. I have also put up with coworkers who cried at everything and people

Then after all that, we agree.

I probably should have mentioned that I wasn't really even talking about the LW any more. Someone upthread said something about a friend with cancer being a hard person to be friends with for a while. That's not the sort of situation I'm talking about. You can and should absolutely help friends through that without

I actually do know several transpersons (MtF and FtM and several genderqueer people and just generally queer people) quite well. I know what an ordeal getting through the day can be. And how scary, and depressing, and generally fucked up and not fair. I know the suicide rates, and the violent crime rate and the

Whatever your job is, I wish I had that kind of money every three months! Yeesh. I don't even make that in a year.

I had a friend, more of an acquaintance really, who one day, out of the blue dropped the 'secret conservative' bomb on me. I made some joke about not knowing he felt that way haha conservatives, and realized he was deadly serious about it. He believed that equal rights for queer people and women's bodily autonomy were

That is also true. And no, you (the general 'you') don't have to educate them, but always remember that people aren't always as clever as you give them credit for so if you don't tell them (I'm assuming a good friend here, not some rando because in that case tell 'em to fuck off!) it's a stupid, insensitive, hurtful

Not quite the same, but I've been severely depressed. Like, probably should have been hospitalized depressed. I never thought or acted as though my friends' problems or complaints were trivial. And depression is an exceptionally selfish disease. Now to be fair, my depression meant that even when I was trying to kill

She is super cute!

Secular laws regulate health care, if I'm not mistaken.