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As someone who goes outside a lot at work, I am often ensorcelled by fancy gear. I love insulated metal bottles and backpacks with five hundred pockets and a sternum strap. I snatch them up when I find them in thrift stores and on freecycle.

However: mad respect to my coworker who has been using these as his backpack and water bottle for years:

victusinveritas

He's prostrating himself before the Eucharist, in case you're wondering. Or possibly planking.

vvatchword

@apocrypals

apocrypals

Hi, pope expert here. This isn’t funny — popes only do this when they’re in extreme distress

tlirsgender

I think it's cute when depictions of our solar system include earth's moon. Like yeah sure the moon's invited. We just like her

tlirsgender

Like simplified models that don't have Literally Everything just the planets. And our moon #OurMoon

chaser

So we've been having a bit of a debate in the office because we wanted to do the headline "Local man gives up sugar for 12 minutes" but then overdoing the "local man" trope is a bit male-centric, so we considered "Local woman" but then that sounds like we're typecasting women so that wasn't great either, but I think we've finally found a worthy compromise:

gamemakerm

teaboot

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

teaboot

Well-to-do finance manager with tidy shoes: "Why hello, sweetheart. Can you say 'hi'? Aren't you cute. Are you on a trip with your mom?"

4 year old me: why must we do this

Fantastic old woman in the leopard print coat: "Why yes, my tooth IS real silver! Nobody ever asks me that. Do you like cats?"

4 year old me, suddenly paying attention: Finally, A Person Of Intellect

snowkissedmonsters

Also on age verification: I have been on this website since 2011. Unless you think I started blogging at age 2, you KNOW I'm an adult.

dreamerinsilico

#the fact that 'can prove access to an online account at least 12 years old' or even 'account to be verified is itself fully 18 years old'#AREN'T accepted methods of age verification is such a telling sign of what the real purpose of age-gating laws is:#data harvesting and deanonymization and the buildout of state-controllable ways to restrict both content and internet access itself en masse (via @shinelikethunder )

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ulyssessimpsongrant

It’s 2026 and getting frothing at the mouth angry at rainbow capitalism is still stupid because it’s always been a neutral barometer for the social climate around LGBT+ stuff by the way.

hymnsofheresy

i opened the window to hear the sound of rufus wainwright’s cover of “hallelujah” and it put me in such a existential Mood that i was contemplating about my relationship with God. and then bam came smashmouth’s all star. i realized this dude was just playing the shrek soundtrack for fun which caused me to have a spiritual moment for three whole minutes.

hymnsofheresy

ACCORDING TO MY ROOMATE…. SOMEONE WAS THROWING A SHREK THEMED PARTY. EVERYONE WAS DRESSED AS SHREK.

only-cat-memes

kittybroker

Warning!! Bad cat alert! Only 50 cents for a foul creature!

storm-of-feathers

yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.

storm-of-feathers

I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.

busket

white people appropriating aave is always irritating but specifically the use of "-ahh" like "goofy-ahh" "stupid-ahh" bro if you are not black just say ass. ass belongs to everyone, dumbass. are you afraid of cursing?? youre stealing the language of black americans cos you don't want to be caught saying a bad word like ASS ?

inkskinned

how many times have you heard i want to kiss girls but it's scary. you have said those words, even. you flinch but you still do feel it - kissing men is easier, dating men is easier. there is already a social contract about it. a republican's wet dream; you had been socially conditioned to "know" what to do, even if it has never explicitly been described to you. the man and the woman get together, end of story.

you want women, of course. you want them, badly. and sometimes you wonder about that. is it because a man isn't real to you? this thing you have with men - is it only easier because you wouldn't have to change anything? your parents can pretend you're "straight", no matter how many times you exit the closet or say i'm at least half gay.

are you just... afraid?

because what if it's not true. what if kissing girls is just as easy - better, even - than kissing boys. what if dating girls means there's no weird subtle power imbalance; means that your life is full of laughter and love.

or maybe it's because if men don't find you attractive - well, okay, whatever. they can choke. you don't exist to make men happy, certainly. you can shave your head and let your leg hair grow out and dye your eyebrows because fuck what men think.

but what do women want? what if you try as hard as you can and you are not what women want? or worse - what if they do want you, but you have no idea how to treat them? certainly dating a woman is not dating a man; and you only have the manual (ha!) for one kind of relationship. everyone at this queer bar probably has kissed and hooked up and knows interesting positions to fold other women into. they've probably had sex in the bathroom and know where to slide their fingers into.

logically you know every body is different. there is no singularly correct way to have sex or kiss or love anyone of any gender. you know some people need to suck toes or do gymnastics or picture wife-roaches. so how hard could it be, really.

but you tell yourself - well, the dating pool is smaller. you have heard so many wlw horror stories from your friends - like their exes randomly appearing at a party, or the time three of your friends all accidentally dated the same person at once. and your lesbian friend warns you - wlw breakups hit harder.

and it's not like you're unhappy. you are happy, certainly. the man you're with now might genuinely be the love of your life. he paints his nails and likes bugs and treats you like a princess.

but still. in the late night, you feel your heart stutter. because what if it isn't really that difficult. what if you're just creating false assumptions in your head in order to fit a fear-based narrative. what if this is your internalized homophobia; what if it's heteronormativity; what if you're the only thing stopping you. what if those rules don't exist, and you're imagining scenarios so that you never take a risk.

what if.

tboy-trash

we're far too culturally obsessed with men who are mean and rough around the edges but turn out to be big softies underneath it all when, in reality, most men who are like this are simply dicks

birdsareblooming

meangirlnurse

apatheticfluorescence

some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it