I was sitting, staring at an unopened box of "Choking Hazard Flavored" Oreos. Nothing else of note happened.
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Check Your Candy!
Parents, please be careful with your kid's candy this Halloween!
I just found far-right Florida Republican Matt Gaetz hidden in this pile of circus peanuts. Stay safe!
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This mug would be cute if it had a little smile between the eyes, but you can clearly see rosey cheeks on either side of the pit, so it's just gobbing on it like a snake with it's jaw unhinged
*gluck*hack*gock*
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🔥breaking news🔥
slime lickers have been discontinued due to a choking hazard 😨
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Little doodle I have from my little group chat hehe
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"Black Metal Naming Chart" from Choking Hazard #8 (April 2002) & "Gothic Word Search of Utter Doom and Despair!" from Choking Hazard #10 (Sept. 2002)
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can we safely lick them? they look like forbidden gummy fruit snacks 😔
I suppose a little lick wouldn't hurt... but that's the start of a slippery slope, you know?
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I was eating some fucking chips and there was a plastic thing it and I almost choked on it
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Choking Hazard #9 (June 2002)
I do not wish to unleash upon the public internet the full extent of my rambling teenage musings on teh gender, but an interesting thing about diving into my old zine archives in middle age is that I guess I had forgotten just how much I wrote about it, and how deeply I was (evidently) conflicted? Like I'm 39 now and it feels like I've been "queer (undefined, and feeling very strongly about that, no further questions tyvm)" for e v e r, but as a teenager it seems like it permeated my thoughts/writings a Lot! Looking back, I think that I was so confused about what it meant to "be a woman", what it was "supposed to" feel like, whether or not I actually felt like a "woman" (or like anything for that matter), that eventually I just... burned myself out on philosophizing about it altogether and decided, at some point in my early 20s, that I simply don't care, it's whatever. I'm whatever. (Typical Aries behavior! I"M GOING TO CONQUER THIS THING (fails to conquer the thing) ok well, this thing is dumb and boring and i don't care about it anymore ANYWAY.) (Also: Fond memories of being introduced by my partner like, "This is Stacey, she's my boyfriend," back when I was hitchhiking at 21 and could be someone new every time I met a new person in a new city!) Anyway I just thought it was cute and weirdly telling, the way I slapped this totally unrelated magazine (? or ADHD medication pamphlet?) quote about tomboys onto a random zine page about painful vanity license plates.
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