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COMMENT ON THIS POST TO GET ASSIGNED AN ODD NAME
My name is now Kælfredric Fjorsel :)
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Anyway I actually made something related to this world for once (instead of tinkering further). Meet Tsinna, a domestic fox breeder and language teacher that I use to decide when the "modern day" is on Lomu.
Here's hoping that this motivates me to post more on this blog!
The largest mass shooting in American history was a hate crime against gay people. Don’t ever forget that.
June 12, 2016. Putting a date on this for when it gets reblogged months from now by people who think the post is about something from 30, 40 years ago.
I am a survivor of the Pulse nightclub shooting, having grown up in Orlando and just turned 20 a month prior. If you didn’t know, there were several families who refused to claim the bodies of their relatives due to their sexuality. One family even had their relative’s name removed from the memorial. Murdered by the same hate with which their families reject them in both life and death.
Many, many people celebrated Pulse. We were told we deserved it. That it was God’s punishment for our sin of loving the same sex. We are sent messages like these I received in 2018:
We in the community often call the victim count 49+ to include the survivors who couldn’t live with the pain.
The event was never officially declared a hate crime or targeted homophobic attack and is rarely listed as one in databases.
At our vigils for those slaughtered, Extremist Christian groups showed up to protest, holding signs like this:
ID: Me kissing a woman I was casually seeing in front of an angry looking man with a “Sodomy is Sin” sign.
Please understand how much more than just a mass shooting this was. We are still to this day harassed and told we deserved it by some.
This year was the sixth anniversary. The first couple years I received dozens of messages checking in on me on 6/12. Year 5 got enough news coverage for people to think to reach out to me. This year it was my therapist, the woman I kissed in that photo, and a couple of other gun violence survivor friends. People are forgetting already.
With the 7 year anniversary <2 weeks away, I figured I’d reblog this
i just don’t feel like we as a society ever fully processed deedee megadoodoo
a cop pulls somebody over for a traffic stop when she gets flattened by a poop truck cause the driver of the poop truck was jerkin his shit nasty style and they report the cop’s name was deedee megadoodoo are you fucking with me right now????
me clicking each link expecting to get rickrolled:
I frequently forget that sauerkraut is typically seen as a German food since I grew up eating it on Pulaski Days and with the Polish side of my family. Am I going to hell.
yeah i had a conversation with god recently and it turns out xe doesnt really care about gay people or sex out of wedlock so right now the only thing that'll send you to eternal damnation is misidentifying regional varieties of fermented vegetables. sorry i dont make the rules.
has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing
“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”
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If you are having trouble catching that mouse, then perhaps it is not meant to be. Perhaps try something else? Maybe a cockroach, or a lizard. Mice do not taste that good, regardless. I recommend abandoning pursuit of mice altogether. Meow.
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my dealer: got some straight gas🔥😛 this strain is called “the empathy virus”😳 youll be zonked out of your gourd💯
me: yeah man whatever
5 mins later: Dude I see you not as a mate or an enemy, but as a third hither too unknown thing.
my buddy doctor arvana kern, pacing: where are my fucking monkeys
Leather Teddy by Mr. Red. (Circa 1980)
yeah "he would not fucking say that" but what about "he would not be fucking circumcised"
I don't know what to make of it..
we are in the midst of a friday ass thursday. keep your wits about you.