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they injected me with mental illness when i was a baby because they didn't like that i radiated moonlight and had stars inside my eyes. they were jealous of me.

quietwingsinthesky

friend is trying to convince me this is a common experience and I do not believe her, so

Do you expect to be paid back if you pay for something for your friend while you’re hanging out? (I.E. a ride, a meal, a trinket.)

Yes, always

Yes, but only if it’s above a limit of money

No, never

I don’t buy things for my friends.

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Remaining time: 18 hours 21 minutes

For a more illustrative example, say you go to the movies with a friend and you buy them popcorn, do you expect them at some point to send you money back via cash or through an app of some kind? Will you be upset if they don’t?

#being expected to pay back petty funds is a big red flag for me #I operate on a system of social equity so yeah I'll pay popcorn money back... with more popcorn!!!#dont reduce me to micro transactions I'd rather starve

stuffaboutminneapolis

“If the narcs think I’m gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS, they can go fuck themselves in Macy’s window!”

Mary Jane Rathbun (1922-1999) was raised in Minneapolis and later became known as "Brownie Mary" in San Francisco as the Godmother of the medical marijuana movement.

analog-delight

If you are looking for reasons to be a girl, if you are tallying up experiences that other trans women have that you relate to, listen to me.

You do not need convincing.

You need conviction.

You already know that you're a woman. Do something about it.

analog-delight

There is still time. But this is a double-edged sword. One day the urgency will catch up with you and eat you from the inside out.

Don't wait.

The second best time to be a woman is tomorrow.

The best time is today. Right now. Please.

raccoonmilf

I just spotted my #1 milf (moth I’d like to find) in a trashcan full of literal raccoon shit. This is the bad-wing, and I’ve been trying to find one for years. The bad-wing is so named because the top part of it’s wing is much longer than the bottom part, which makes it hard for people to spread open and pin them down on a cork board.

How odd to be a beautiful, green little moth so-named after the fact that it is hard for an old German man to spread open and pose your dead body.

bedupolker

Scanned the wood panel pieces. Acadia & Zion national parks.

fragrantblossoms

Hans Grendahl. Spikketrå, Opdal, Numedal, Norway, August 1932.

farewell-to-lorien

Hummingbird nesting on cactus, Living Desert Gardens in Palm Desert, California.

weepingwidar

Camille Theodet (French, 1995) - La Beauté du Diable (The Devil's Beauty) (2024)

blackdow

my foot hanging off the bed i don't even care anymore just let the monster take me ...

pansyfemme

me when i FUCKING get you *image of two mourning doves cuddling*

paperandpencilsandskips

eternalgaylord

collecting tweets

eternalgaylord

#vessel alert

that's right

cwote

sustancy

vonnegutism

victusinveritas

"Now I've shot so many Nazis, Daddy will have to buy me a sable coat." (From his Wikipedia article).

Neil Munro "Bunny" Roger

June 9, 1911-April 27, 1997.

Bunny Roger killed a bunch of Nazis and then invented Capri pants.

He was expelled from Oxford for his indiscrete gayness (discrete gayness being perfectly fine at Oxford and part of the curriculum until...today probably, at least like 1992?). Then, having been sent down to London, he started his own fashion business, and his first client was Vivien Leigh.

Bunny served in WWII, killing fascists in North Africa and Italy, and often wearing a mauve scarf in the field. Roger claimed that he had gone into a battle brandishing a rolled-up copy of VOGUE and commanding: "When in doubt, powder heavily!"

Roger was known in high society for his themed soirées; Diamond, Amethyst, and Flame Balls were held to celebrate his 60th, 70th, and 80th birthdays. He wore a curious plum colored catsuit with a feathered headdress at his 70th birthday ball in 1981. At his 80th, he made his entrance in a catsuit of scarlet sequins with a cape of orange organza, greeting his guests from behind a wall of fire. His parties were covered by the newspapers, including a New Year's Eve Fetish Ball where the proper upper class mixed with young guests in rubber S/M gear.

From an obituary: "Beneath his mauve mannerisms, Bunny was stalwart, frank, dependable and undeceived; to onlookers a passing peacock, to intimates, a life enhancer and exemplary friend."

From another obituary: