Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

@KawaSeadrake *hugs back* I could use the good company. After today I feel like I need to stay very close to this community as I keep working through getting my life in order.

Right now, I need to focus on getting my life in order. My comrades and I are about to hit the road after spending all day in Portland. Another reason today feels like a week? We left at 5am, got there at 8. Arrived at the counterprotest at 11:30, and stayed in downtown Portland until 4pm to witness not just the horrors I described, but a whole lot more...

When a stun grenade explodes above your head for the first time, the shock will be stuck in you head long, long after.

The first time you see someone's head gashed open by a "non-lethal explosive", breaking through the helmet to expose brain...

I need more time to process this... It wasn't just Seattle PD I dealt with today.

I also went against the cyborg Nazi cops of Portland in an act of war against peaceful protestors.

Today feels like a week went by...

@Aradia@mastodon.social I probably won't be back in town until late tonight, but I can come over tomorrow.

The ironic thing is this happened early in the morning when I was picking up a couple of friends who carpooled with me down to Portland...To deal with more cops and scream at nazis in a riot.

Honestly? I'm scared of staying in Ballard right now... I would greatly appreciate having a spot to crash with some good company because the thought of it is still rattling even after having time to process it.

His tone of voice, his creepy smile, that sinister glare in that fucker's eyes.

I could easily compare staring down a cop to facing a wild carnivorous animal. You're dealing with a predator that you have to face. Don't run, or it'll trigger their prey drive.

This shit just happened to me in Ballard. I was waiting for a friend, and two bored-ass interceptors surrounded me. One of them had a creepy Hans Landa vibe as he started interrogating me.

They eventually left me alone because I kept calm. But the fact that this happened in my neighborhood is triggering my PTSD.

As far as high THC strains go, the fittingly named Dragon OG is another perfect strain I'm adding to my must have list.

I really do fuse with this strain in a way where music is more defined, I can feel the roughness of my scales, and I can feel some weight to the antlers on my head.

As opposed to "My Head," this time I'm referring to My Heart.

I would love to reopen it... I don't want to feel guarded anymore. I don't want to be scared of being hurt again.

I have other goals that take priority, but after I reach some level of stability within my own sphere, I wish for a greater openness to finding love. Longing. Yearning. Hoping.

The universe is telling me that a significant other is on the horizon. I don't know who... But I'll know when we connect.

I look forward to a job that gives me financial stability.

I look forward to living in a place where I can settle and invite people over.

I look forward to both because I long to spend more time with this tribe of beautiful people I cherish, and it leaves a sinking feeling in my heart when I'm rarely able to be there.

I love you all very much, and I'm looking forward to a future where I can show that in full.

'bout time I got that hair outta my face!

@ginnungagap That's definitely me.

Does anyone else get Seasonal Affected Disorder in reverse? In my case the heat leaves me sweaty, foggy and downright miserable.

Hah! I have a friend of mine who knows a guy looking for a bud runner. Delivering boxes of weed to dispensaries would be a hell of a lot easier than lumber. That's for sure. Fingers crossed!

If anyone's in south Seattle, avoid Compadre coffee. The white owner makes snide remarks about POC while her business is in a POC neighborhood. Adding to that, she's transphobic as hell and will forcefully deny the existence of fluid gender identity.

May it sink like the Titanic and reverse its attempted gentrification.

Heard nothing from the dispensaries that I applied to... Just gonna keep pushing for commissions and continue looking.

When a bag of weed explodes all over your backpack and your tablet becomes the dankest one of all.