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This has really established to me that the prior employers were truly bastardly, enough that where I thought I’d fucked up (this segues to my next point) that’s largely places they expected great performance and dismissed okay or good.

Larger point; whenever there’s a mistake my mind simultaneously plays out How Are these People Going to Punish Me and What If I Really Am this Inept Asshole Who Inevitably Fucks Up and It Won’t Stop Until I Die.

The past few weeks I’ve been temping a little south and west of where I worked 09/21-07/22. In much nicer conditions, for a lot more in part because they’re trying to comp me for the long drive. I’ve still been stressed since workdays I don’t have that much time to draw or walk AND cook AND unwind without really screwing my sleep schedule. And if my folks want me on a weekend that’s more stress, less down time.

yes but what SORT of trans masculine artist are you, are you a “bugs and fungus” trans masculine artist, an “absurdly cute and lovable” trans masculine artist, or a “holy shit hornier than all the locker rooms within a 5 state radius combined” trans masculine artist

would have been useful as an adult to have grown up with teaching working differently so that I didn’t learn every time something was questioned, I was in dire trouble and needed to fix it NOW to avoid whatever

today we celebrate when they stormed the Bastille and liberated us from a simple binary view of gender

#subtweet #RobZombie #lyrics
I keep close watch on this heart of mine,
I walk the line.
I walk the line.
I’m already dead! I’m already dead! I’m already dead! I’m already dead!

looking forward to getting that Musk chip installed in my brain so I can have religious types and capitalism’s snake oil salesmen immediately crammed into my cerebellum, rather than having them pop up while I’m trying to read or see stuff I actually value

apparently, not really up for The Discourse this morning. Pick one.

I haven't actually orgasmed since Friday night - too busy, tired or stressed to really masturbate much. So this was the first time I'd climaxed in six days which is not my usual. Whoa dazed.

soooo someone on birdsite made a joke about Roman underpants and I went looking

apparently these are "subligaculuae" (sing subligaculum). Basically leather flaps you tie up at the hips and boom, underwear. Apparently since lower class people wore 'em, it was a pretension to go commando. Apparently one senatorial family made a big deal of showing up in toga and underpants to prove that they were full of traditional values or w/e.

Reading about the Grand Chevauchee facing a defeat at Ribemont, where the French were in part Gilles, the lord of Chin, and his retinue.

Lord of CHIN? I’ve been reading about Warring States burials and now I’m real confused.

Theme for “Shaft in Low Geosynchronous Orbit”

The Mob wanted the “beanstalk”!

They got SHAFT! Right up to HERE!

Apparently we’ve hit the “I no longer care if I get kicked off Twitter” phase wherein I respond to some promoted jesusandfreedom account or w/e, about whether “churches will go Woke or fight back against this nonsense,” with”fuck off, genocidal fascists.” I swear I’m less irritable when they ain’t paying money to troll me.

I’m reminded that the reason I don’t claim right of return- you know, along with “the government and military are profoundly cruel, and as futile as fighting conservatism is here, it feels like it’d be insurmountable there” - is my complete and utter inability to read Hebrew without cheating and needing vowels.

Moved from Amsterdam Klezmer Band to Parno Graszt. Apparently feeling ethnic and it’s not even Christmas or Easter!

Predictably “Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town,” makes me want a road-trip. There’s an alternate universe where I got a CDL and hopefully that version of me is very happy.

UPDATE “New Slang” did not help with this any.

CW food photo, some stir fried broccoli from last night, wish I’d used more ginger.

Makes sense that Jack Dorsey would be okay with having the worst people in the world saying whatever over on his social media, just like in the old days. Especially when the alternative is *actively encouraging* the worst people in the world.

night falls and my apparently vampiric upstairs neighbors rise to run around and yell enthusiastically once more

tired: the lobby shoot from The Matrix with Propellerheads as usual

wired: turn the sound down and crank Head Like a Hole instead

inspired: turn the sound down and crank the Devo cover of Head Like a Hole