dry shitty fish with anxiety

tired ND queer and a dingus pony. comes with unhinged nonsense and weird shit.

[harmon-jane-black]

*When someone browse my blog *

[cloudabserk]

anything for my princess 🩵

[cloudabserk]

communist zohran forcing us to roast alive at 172F

[amrv-5]

Does anyone know what to do about the temperature and also the prices

[fleebites]

junicorn

day 09

‘gorse’

[canichangemyblogname]

This June, I need Gen Z queers to understand that some people are closeted.

[canichangemyblogname]

I am saying this as a Gen Z queer, before y’all get your guns out to fucking shoot me.

But I need y’all to understand that if someone doesn’t give you their government name in a queer space, it’s not because they’re “mysterious,” and you do not have permission to take it upon yourself to figure out their “real identity” and go digging for them online like a private investigator. First, that’s creepy and a violation of privacy and reasonable boundaries. Second, some of us keep our private and professional lives very separate because we need to keep food on the fucking table and a roof over our heads, and our private life could jeopardize that.

[canichangemyblogname]

“Why won’t you tell me about your parents?” “Why can’t I know your real name?” “Where do you work?”

1.) Not all our parents would bake us a fucking cake when we come out. Some of us are closeted. Surely you understand this? You also do not need to know my parent’s names or occupations; we are both adults. I do not need nor want to mix you and my private life with my parents and my public life.

2.) Trans people do not owe you their dead name or government name

3.) I’m not telling you for the sake of job security. I am a government fucking caseworker working amidst a fucking lavender panic!

“There’s no way you’re a different person outside this; you’re still you at your core. What harm is there—”

No, I am a completely different person. A different person with a different personality and different interests and a different name and presentation. I am a completely different person because I keep this life and my public life private to avoid fracturing 90% of my interpersonal relationships and 100% of my professional ones.

“You’re not out? But you’re so confident.”

See— that’s part of the issue. Y’all assume someone is in the closet because they hate themselves or lack self-identity. Some of us know exactly who we are, but need to prioritize financial stability or else our entire life gets exponentially harder immediately.

[canichangemyblogname]

You meet queer people over the age of 40 and one of the first/earliest questions is “who knows?”

I need y’all to start bringing that energy. Because it’s not always safe for someone to be out and not everyone is safe to be out around.

There is a misnomer that “the closet” inherently means “doesn’t know they’re queer” and not “isn’t out widely and publicly.” “Outness” is often a patchwork.

[horsesarecreatures]

Chexys Aponivi

[hellsitegenetics]

im a big fan of how entering "homo" into BLAST's organism-specific search field will show you every way a scientist has ever typo'd homo sapiens

[littjara-mirrorlake]

in the searched field. straight up "homoing it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. My sapients

[lastvalyrian]

sorry liberals, there are only three sexualities: homo, pan, and gorilla

[2colde]

much like a beautiful horse i like salt and roaming freely

[jackdawwhat]

how I love Boston

[horsefigureoftheday]

Nova's tips for beating the heatwave:

1. Check that you have good access to shade trees, a shelter custom made to fit you and all your friends, and plenty of good airflow

2. Find the hottest, sunniest, and least windy part of you pasture and lay down

3. Make sure you look as much as possible like you have died of heatstroke

4. Get your friends in on it

[havenandart]

i got concussed falling off a horse three weeks ago so first thing i wanted to draw the moment i could sit and look at a non-work screen was a horse. hashtag mybranding

[thatsbelievable]

[fangorn-forest]

scientists are in labs right now creating the thinnest and worst material known to mankind so they can make women’s clothing

[thatdisasterauthor]

World's thinnest spaghetti won't please gourmands but may heal wounds

Spaghetti strands that are 200 times thinner than a human hair could be woven into bandages to help prevent infections

Technically they're using it for bandages. For now.

[ghost-gallery]

Quote from the article

The resulting “nanopasta” can then be spun into a tiny mat about 2 centimetres across. While it isn’t intended as food, Clancy says that it should be safe to eat, but is reticent to talk about having tried it. “It’s an ethical quandary to talk about scientific self-experimentation,” he says. “But, hypothetically, one might expect it to be chewier than you’d expect.”

[ralfmaximus]

Oh he's definitely eating it

[special-lucky-chosen-one]

scientists are in labs right now creating the thinnest and worst material known to mankind so they can surreptitiously eat it

[medievaljournalist]

great. a chivalric order has started nesting under my porch & theres no way i can afford a warlock to come clear it out so i guess now ive got to deal with men-at-arms swearing oaths of valor right outside my window at 4 am every morning

[nikkiitalks]

[sgam76]

SOUND ON. This is definitely Key Horse, btw. Weenies to a man.

[viejospellejos]

What the duck?

[humanbeanisnotamused]

[Description: the video is captioned "Find the duck game", and we see several blindfolded women in hijabs groping around an enclosed ring while spectators look on, cheering and laughing . After a few seconds the camera pans so that you can see the duck, who is waddling around, casually yet resolutely resisting capture. Periodically the women collide with each other. They do not find the duck. End ID]

[elvashayam]

#it is a beautiful day in indonesia and you are a terrible duck

tags via @humanbeanisnotamused

[hasufin]

That duck is having the most fun of anyone present.

[hoseoch]

“what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck