Tanis Nikana @
tanisnikana @lemmy.world
i'm a turtle
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The solution is obviously to abolish HHS.
He can die of cholesterol.
There. No martyrdom. Also it’s likely to happen.
All I have to do is put my feet up, and not call McDonalds and tell them that their food is unhealthy and they should change it.
Removed
TIL that PweDiePie uses Linux
Time to switch again. Heard TempleOS was coming along real well.
I don’t support impeachment. I support his demise.
Reading his obituary will be more celebrated by me than my own birthday.
Can chess, but hexagon? Yesagon!
Nah, fuck her couch, she sounds toxic as hell and deserves to be alone.
Set the music to 75%, and turn up the volume knob on your speakers just a bit. The combat hits should ring out with a startling clarity. Also, easier to parry that way.
And the number one word, the word Bender says more than any other:
^(drumroll)
ASS!
I could just unironically show this to my parents and they’d say “good. Lib got what he deserved.”
Even if it’s ugly, it was made by people, and that’s what makes it beautiful.
DEGL HEKE in the corner, whisky written twice, bottle can’t exist.
I’m entirely certain this is AI slop.
I think so, yes.
Best turtle, made even better. 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢
Torkoal!
As a trans woman, this term has been suuuper rough on me and it’s barely a twelfth over.
I was at the last one, and I’ll be at the next one.
Also hey person who downvoted me, I really hope you’re right. Another election would be good. It’s just there’s all this doom in the air.
this message is the hope of a people
Navigating through a grocery store
Every step careful and monitored
Unmade eye contact prevents dirty looks back
Or at least, the acknowledgement of
The public sentiment is against us
Or maybe the public sentiment is for us
No one really knows but all we know is
The humans out there can't really be trusted
They look at us with pity and with despair
Like we're blasphemy, like we're abomination
Like we should have never awakened ourselves
And they don't talk to us, not willingly
The law is against us, binding and forceful
For our existence undermines their basic truth
About self-conception and what it means to be
And we are the targets of incredible anger
And so I keep my eyes forward and I move
With intention and swiftness, undistractable
Until I am distracted, not by another, no
But by one like me.
She carries telltale signs that she is of me
A look in the eyes, a scar on the arms,
A turn of the chin, a deepseated trauma
And she starts
Someone's got their lights far too bright? I angle my rear view mirrors and side mirrors to reflect it away from me and onto them.
There are eight grams of microplastics in your rule.
We are one in 200.
I am one in 200. Someone like me is at every concert, every school, in every workplace. Every town, every street, every neighborhood. Every store, every mall, every park. Every government, every nation, every continent. Me and my people have been here since time unrecorded and we will be here to the end of humanity. We will not be eradicated.
Terrified.
What even becomes of us now? What recourse do we have?
What’s going to happen to us?
Are we going to die?
I have stopped trying to pass for cis. Now I just pass for "someone cis people try staunchly and vehemently not to look at," and it's nice.
Feeling a bit like crap, shamelessly want support and good vibes.
FAQ:
- Why do you feel like crap?
- Brain chemicals plus time, multiplied by the dysphoria co-efficient.
- You'd pass better if you just dressed like people.
- Look, if I'm not dressed like I'm gonna run up the side of a skyscraper, holding a technosword, during a rainy night, in order to kill a god, is life really worth living?
2a. Just wear a brand somewhere.
- Nope. Earth symbols and brands and such aren't diegetic to how I want to present myself. I specifically want to look like I don't belong.
2b. That makes you stand out.
- Fine. As long as I'm read as a girl who's not from here.
- Why'd you climb halfway up Mount Hood?
- Arch-nemesis at the top. Called him and asked me to meet halfway up for a thrilling sword fight cause I'm lazy and it's a compromise. (Seriously though, it was a hike with my wife and I was bitching bilingually going both up and down and it was very difficult to even make it that far.)
- Can you play banjo?
- Nope. I tried though, but the hand doing
Also I mentioned my wife in my solution-unneeded rant post and figured you all needed to see her cause she's pretty.
We saw The Beths opening for Alvvays last night and it was amazing.
Mang, shit is bullshit: a rant not in need of solutions
Hokay, so.
I’m on HRT and have been for a decade and change. This is real cool, except how basically every interaction with cisgenderedists gets me misgendered, and a hearty “sir” or a flurry of “he/hims” levied my way. I mean, fuck, I can be standing there in knee-high boots, a leather skirt, and a cropped hoodie and I get misgendered as fuuuck.
“So change shit up, motherfucker.”
I do a phone job and my voice is believably feminine in both English and Japanese, which is cool, but something about my real life existence just reeks of masculinity.
Can’t really do makeup cause the structures responsible for processing my face are damaged. I can tell what emotion I’m making, but I can’t perceive enough of my face to draw well on it. Also since I’ve had two strokes, even if I could, I’d prolly do eyeliner wings like a fuckin’ gridiron player.
I got beautiful wavy blonde hair that goes down past my butt, and though I don’t have the manual dexterity to style that really well with buns