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Umm happy trailer day i guess

fun fact who wants to. hold me. 👀

#guys why don’t we talk about how hard it sucks to crave physical affection #come on dude.#like. not even in a romantic way (that’s a padlocked can of worms with a big old question mark in emmaland rn)#just. love sounds good right now.#I’m havebinf a normal evening 👍#Going to write The Characters being friends about it #Idek man.#emma’s dilemmas

i’m not a stain girlie but i know i could be a stendhal girlie………….

#mha vigilantes #stain scares me but #IDEK MAN.

Hurr durr cosplay shenanigans and also now my ramen's cold :(

#idek man.#fuck it we ball #simon ghost riley #ghost cosplay #cod cosplay #cod mwii #brighton yaps

2024 [profoundly abridged]

or, a short-ish answer to "but six, where tf have you been??"

january

get invited to chat with Boss about Company sponsoring me for temporary (it is already doing this) or permanent (it is looking into this) residency. discover that what we are actually chatting about is that Company will, once current visa expires, do neither.

february/march

get invited to more chats, which boil down to "the problem is sponsorhip, not you/your work; if you find a way to stay with Company without sponsorship, which is Too Damn Hard, let us know."

go to albert park grand prix. spend days watching cars go nyoom while i hang out under the same tree, and with the same magpie gang, where i normally lunch-break and have ever since coming back to the office post-lockdowns. fail to bear the cognitive dissonance of so completely belonging to this place that bureaucrats do not frequent (which i can say with confidence because i do) yet "protect" with systems designed to drive people like me away*.

june

turn 40. sit with high likelihood of being unemployed and legally required to leave my home within six months. struggle to imagine turning 41.

july

find out my mom is dying. only find out my mom is dying because her long-term caregiver quietly, compassionately forgets her HIPAA regulations in the car and reaches out on [social media platform] to anyone with [very rare last name].

cousin messages my brother like "soooo Caregiver says your mom is dying? Caregiver wanted to reach out to you and six on your mom's behalf but [soap-opera villain aunt, who is also Caregiver's employer] won't let her??"

cousin and brother visit mom. mom is, indeed, dying. soap-opera villain aunt is mad Caregiver reached out to us behind her back, "but her heart was in the right place." wonder if cognitive dissonance is actually what's in that weird-ass bdsm pain-box in dune.

august

mom dies. turns out a lot of death admin things can only be done on US soil. plan trip back to greatlakesian homeland.

september

go back. do death admin for mom stuff and life admin for trans stuff. hang out with my brother. get lost in a corn maze. find a pumpkin bigger than his head. go back home. finish work.

november

per legal requirement, leave home.

december

survive. rent a "budget-conscious" room near a soul-shaking beach. wonder how i lived in australia for eight years without ever upsetting** a magpie yet, in new zealand, get swooped for the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth times. i had not even been here a month.

in conclusion

thank god for the many excellent people and many solace-balm moments that helped me survive this far into this fucking year.

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*if this sounds melodramatic, please sit in on a lecture or two with dr google before you @ me.

**to the contrary, the whole Turn 8 Playground Gang knew me, and i knew them, by sight and song; they'd literally come nyooming over to chat and hang out. i knew which swamp hens they were cool with and which ones they were lowkey afraid of. i knew which magpies (those golf course bastards *spits*) were the hatfields to their mccoys and which ones they just couldn't be fucked to carol at. i wasn't as close with the citizens park crew because they had wayyyy more people to be going on with, but we never had issues. so while i don't delude myself that i'm a fucken magpie whisperer or whatever, neither does the evidence support "well mate, you were bloody ignorant is what you were -- got swooped? nah yeah, serves you right."

#six blather #owpain #idek man.