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That is OFFICIALLY a wrap on grad school work. But it's not over til my diploma is in my hand. Wish I could take a minute to celebrate but it's bed time and I have work in the morning. Time marches on.

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There have always been so many queer people in my architecture classes, it gives me hope that we can build the gayest future. The gays are designing your buildings. Hold us accountable to designing them gay. Reject anything with sub-par accessibility and no gender neutral restrooms. Demand inclusive, accessible, public third spaces. Go to your city planning meetings. Force us to change the norms bc the norms suck. As a voter, as a taxpayer, as a resident, you DO have a say in what happens in your community.

#archishit

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The Great Blog Purge approaches...

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Okay saying "back in the 1900s" is not that funny. It's like saying "see you next year" on new years eve. You're not a time traveler and you're not clever.

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"you all have made it through an incredibly difficult experience" says my professor, fully acknowledging the fact that the class he just taught was hell but not apologizing for it. I demand change, sir.

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My dad's side of my family is huge. He's one of nine kids and all of them went and had multiple children. And the only one that I know is queer is one of my cousins' kid who is a trans girl. Like, mathematically there must be more queer people, right? How come none of my cousins are fagging it up? I can't be the only one in queer relationships. I'm among the youngest cousins, too. Like, how has there not been someone before me? There must be someone, right? How come all the gay is on my mom's side? It's got my brother theorizing about the gay gene... We can't have that.

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I may have a little bit of lingering guilt about always being the one to end my relationships, but at the same time I am also really proud of the fact that I won't stay with someone if it's not working. Like I broke up with my first girlfriend when I was 18 because she wouldn't respect my gender and because we were both mentally ill in ways where we kept triggering each other back and forth. And she was really upset with me and it ended our friendship at the same time. But that was a really well-founded and smart decision for me to make. I'm glad I didn't drag that relationship out.

#rumination time

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ITS TIME FOR A SHOWER AND A NAP AND A HEALTHY LITTLE SNACK (excited)

I love you

A shower and a nap

A shower and a nap

And a healthy little snack

A healthy little snack

And a glass of H2O

A glass of H2O

And forgotten are my woes

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I can now do one full pull-up. Like from feet on the ground to chin above the bar, no kicking off. Wait til I can do ten in a row. I am unstoppable. Pull-up champion.

honestly fuck dysphoria and sexism for preventing me from exercising for most of my life. I'm starting to get biceps and I have never felt better about myself. Feeling agency in and ownership of my body is a game changer. I wish I could talk to my younger self. They need to know. This is only the beginning. I have decades left to live life to the fullest. Let's wrestle or some shit. idk. Fuckin rrrraaaaaahhhgg TRANS RIGHTS

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God bless my trans cousin who is 34 and married and very out-of-touch with internet discourse. God bless them for only knowing the discrimination they actually experience firsthand and not the discrimination they experience theoretically or systematically on a large scale. God bless my cousin for doing a ton of grunt work educating my extended family about what it means to be nonbinary so I can shyly trail behind them and just say "yeah, same". God bless my cousin for being someone I can go to with questions and feelings and get nothing but understanding and advice in return. God bless my cousin for paving the way and being a safe space for me and my other queer cousins just because they happened to be the oldest among us. God bless my cousin for taking the brunt of our family's queer trauma and protecting us younger ones from these horrors. God bless them, I love them with my whole heart. I can never repay them for all that they do for me just by existing.

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they're all butch lesbians to me

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WE HAVE COMPLETED THE FINAL PROJECT.

well, it's not "complete"..... we ran out of time. But it's over.

Now we look forward. Leave it behind.

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Remembering the time that I worked at an Olive Garden and it was horrible and I hated it and I quit after a month. And my family hated that I would come home from work absolutely reeking of garlic bc I was the guy that made the garlic bread. (The garlic bread is not special. If they run out of bulk boxes, they just buy it from the freezer aisle at a regular grocery store. You can 'make' the garlic bread at home.)

The woman who worked at the station next to me called me a robot bc I wasn't talkative and I basically just kept my head down and kept to my work. Also the manager would periodically walk around the kitchen and dump vodka in the floor drains. God only knows why, because that is not standard kitchen procedure. Maybe to kill flies or something?? This kitchen was insane. Anyway, he would walk around dumping vodka down the drains and just take a couple swigs from the bottle while he was at it. Real classy place this Olive Garden.

As the garlic bread guy, most of my job consisted of keeping the bread drawer full so servers could fill baskets. The fucking drawer was broken, so one time while I was swapping the pan it just fell on the floor and I spilled an entire like 15" deep pan of bread on the floor. So no one got bread for a while while we baked more. And oh boy do those Olive Garden patrons want their bread. Oh boy.

Also god forbid I went to the bathroom for five minutes bc we would run out of bread and then I'd have servers barking at me about how there's no bread for their tables. Sorry I had to pee and suppress the urge to cry before coming back to my station.

Guys the bread is not that special, I promise you.

#rumination time

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#queer media

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I would pay someone $500 to finish this project for me.

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Some of you haven't been to the darkest depths of ao3 and it shows

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