I find it so weird how often I see tiktok videos about how men can never be friends with women without being weird about it because for my whole life I’ve been surrounded by men that are friends with women.
I’ve always hung out in groups of friends that were very mixed in terms of gender. And the adults in my family have always seemed to do the same as well.
With all these bold blanket statements I see people make about men all the time I feel like I’m the guy that went skinny dipping and didn’t get eaten by the shark. And in fact didn’t even know that there was a shark.
Someone: I’m getting bullied and harassed on the internet.
A genius: Uhm, just close your laptop.
Someone: Yeah but within the platform I mostly use to connect to family and friends I keep getting harassed no matter how often I block people. Also I’m in a pretty bad mental state already and I even if I do close my laptop I already saw those nasty comments. Closing my laptop can’t just erase the effect they had. Also someone is trying to find out where I work so they can harass me irl.
A genius: Uhm, have you tried closing your laptop?
A fun way to get yourself to do chores when you have adhd is to simulate a sense of panic by setting horrible deadlines that fit into other things that you’re doing.
For example, you set up a kettle of water to boil for your tea. Quick! Wipe down the whole counter before it’s done boiling, for the love of god you’re running out of time! Wipe it down! The water is almost boiling.
The water is boiling and your counter is clean. Now set your timer for your tea for three minutes and of my god there’s cups in your room! Quick! Get all the cups from everywhere in the house! Run! You’ve only got three minutes! Get all the dishes into the kitchen!
Oh would you look at that. You got all the dishes in the sink and now your tea is ready. Nice. Now you can chill with your tea.
I’ve found that little stuff like that helps me. Forcing myself into unexpected last minute deadlines. It fills up empty space and my house is a little bit cleaner.
Me: So because of my income I qualify to use this local food pantry and...
Dad: Yeah, game the system!
Me in my head: Why do you say "Game the system" every time someone in our family needs help from a charity or the government? Are you afraid to admit that maybe we aren't completely self reliant even though your personal politics dictate that the system should work for its citizens and we are citizens lucky enough to be born into the system? Does it baffle you that I have no strong feelings about accepting help affording food? What did the 1980s drill into you? Why did you never accept help, or so you claim? Was it just not there? How many nights did you live off of potatoes and salt because nobody would help you? Would you have even accepted the help? Why do you insist upon seeing accepting aid as a sort of con?
My dad was telling me about something that he described as a “gun that put vaccines through my skin” when he was a kid and I looked it up and I think he’s talking about jet injectors
These things aren’t widely used anymore because if they’re not used correctly they can give some people infections but they used to be used in mass vaccinations.
Basically these things use pressure to get medication through your skin and into your fat and muscle layers underneath which… ouch but they work.
My dad says a couple of times during elementary school some med students and nurses showed up and they were all lined up on the playground and told to show their shoulders and the med students and nurses just locked and loaded these bad boys and pop pop pop pop pop a couple minutes later all the kids were vaccinated against whooping cough and they all went back to class with sore arms.
I don’t know why it’s funny to me. Probably because with the way my dad describes it he was clearly in that place when you’re a kid between like four and nine years old where something weird happens to you and you just move on from it. He was like seven and got hit with a vaccine gun with almost no explanation from the adults around him and went “okay well that was weird. Anyways, back to class.” Like wow. The weird shenanigans that you don’t think about till you’re well into adulthood. Like my dad is almost 60 and he’s just now remembering this now that all the covid vaccinations are going on.
Newborn babies all have terrible eyesight so that their brains don’t have to process as much information. Which I think is a little bit funny.
Nature was like “Look, we get it. There’s a lot of stuff out here. A lot of pores on your dad’s face. You have no idea what a hand is. Don’t worry about the pores for now. Just figure out, in general, what a hand is and then maybe we”ll pump it up to high res.”
My grandparents are baffled when we just don’t care about certain things. The last time we did a socially distanced lunch they were complaining that our neighbor keeps really old broken cars that he likes to work on in his front yard and we were like “Yeah, and?” and they didn’t know how to respond to that.
Like the very idea that we would just mind our own business and tolerate mildly annoying behavior from other people is like rocket science to them. They just can’t comprehend it.
Trans afab people didn't abandon womanhood. If a lime is yellow (which happens sometimes) and you mistook it for a lemon you don't say that it abandoned the lemons when you bite into it and realize that it's a lime.
I didn't defect from or abandon anything. You have lost nothing. I was a lime the entire time. There's still the same amount of lemons as there was before.
One of the first things they tell you when you’re indoctrinating yourself into the transmasc society is to NEVER USE BANDAGES TO HIDE YOUR CHEST and yet every tv show and fanfic alike is still full of people hiding their boobs with ace bandages.
All these characters have permanently damaged ribcages now, I’m pretty sure. I’m also pretty sure that this trope is the reason we have to grab baby transmascs immediately and make sure that they’re not slowly strangling themselves. Because I definitely would’ve gone the ace bandage route if every trans YouTuber I found hadn’t gone “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT DO THAT”
So anyways, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT USE BANDAGES TO BIND. Thanks.