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Friends, romans, people who are nonbinary except at work, lend me your ears,
Maybe one reason time seems to speed up in adult life is because when your full time job leaves you roughly 5 hours of free time a day plus two days off a week your life turns into a sort of monotony that makes the days blend together and creative pursuits move in slow motion as you can only get to them when other your commitments are done.
When you look back and think damn 2019 wasnât that long ago where did the time go? Job. Your Job took it.
once you reach a certain level of Animal Knowing you become burdened with two absolutely true, completely contradictory facts:
animals are basically the same, a lion is a big kitty
a lion is absolutely not a big kitty, are you fucking stupid?
Back when I was in high school, volunteering at the zoo, I had this encounter with one of our mountain lions.
Now, I had actually petted the older, calmer female. But this was one of the males - they'd never been even slightly interested in me. But today? He made eye contact with me. He hunkered down. He did the butt waggle like he was going to pounce. Again. And... POUNCE. That cat crossed a good 20 meters in about 3 seconds. He only turned away at the last moment because there was an electrified fence.
He made sure I knew he was there. He wasn't hunting: he was playing. This was exactly like a housecat playing with you.
But, just because he was playing, didn't mean I wouldn't have been dead if he'd actually pounced on me.
They are big kitties. It's just that housecats are small and can't seriously injure you.
Thank you, that was terrifying
whatâs sad is that the first person to fry an ant with a magnifying glass was probably just trying to look
"i know this show was made for children but i enjoy it too." > awesome and cool. watch whatever you want forever.
"i know it LOOKS like it was made for children but its SECRETLY for us. calling it a kids show is an insult cause kids could never understand these THEMES and EMOTIONS. we're the TRUE fans." > i dont think i trust your opinions. you seem lame as fuck.
*has a thought and has to scroll back to where I was on the tumblr dashboard to remember it*
everyone who is not currently in the process of moving please pause and take a moment to be grateful that you're not currently in the process of moving
Shout out to trans women who arenât computer scientists or musicians or avant-garde artists or whatever.
Shout-out to tgirls who work at Taco Bell. Thank u queen, society would collapse without you
Over twenty years ago my big brother got me a job at a Taco Bell in the St. Louis suburbs-West County. He warned me that it was the âgay Taco Bellâ, but since I was coming from the âgay Howard Johnsonâsâ I wasnât shocked. It turns out it was the black trans women Taco Bell complete with black trans women in management. And theyâd worked out an arrangement with the local teen Narcotics Anonymous group so that twice a week we would shut down the drive thru and the dining room and exclusively serve 60+ teens in various stages of recovery. And many of the women I worked with were in various stages of being out or transitioning and they were from all generations from teens to over 50. One woman I worked with had a regular corporate job presenting as a man 9-5 Mon-Fri and then came to Taco Bell and worked 6pm -2am Friday and Saturday night so she could be herself surrounded by other black transwomen in those stolen weekends. And we had customers come from all over the metro area because they knew they could be themselves in the dining room. I only worked there from 1999-2001 but for young me, this was a vital, formative experience. Some of the girls came from north city all the way out to the âgay Taco Bellâ on Manchester in west county because they heard it was safe to work there. Like- I know times have changed but they havenât changed much in 20 years. Iâm still convinced that for lgbt youth, finding a job at your cityâs version of the âgay Taco Bellâ is key to survival.
Thank u for sharing this with us
the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped
If you're a new writer and you're asking yourself "is this too personal, is this too much, will people think this is weird" that feeling is the exact location of your actual voice. The stuff that makes you want to close the laptop is the stuff nobody else could write. The safe version is always worse. Always. I have never once read something and thought "this would have been better if it was a little less honest." go further. It's always go further.
I fell in love with this sentence and it circles my brain so itâs turning into pottery
PHRASE ADDED TO INVENTORY!
It's a moral imperative that we write more sex scenes which are
Weird
Uncomfortable
Not good for anyone involved
Babie