Nettle Briar @Ulfra_Wolfe@awoo.space

After a year bouncing around in the bed of my truck, and a couple dozen trees chopped down, it’s time to give my axe a little TLC

Looking better now!

Always be careful when disposing of linseed oil rags, it can cause rapid oxidization of rags to the point that they can burst suddenly into flame.

You know, whenever I read @heytanuki@snouts.online 's toots, I am filled with a warm feeling of content and wholesome happiness and that everything in the world is going to be okay. They are a powerful presence, and I am so thankful to have them in my life as a friend. <3

Also @XerTheSquirrel has been a wonderful sweetheart, and I am so glad to be her friend. She seems to have a gift for brightening up people's days.

Fuck 'writing your congressman'

Pay a black person today

She's a piece of shit gatekeeper, doing some really hard, stressful and very needed work for people who do need it.

There isn't a cultural alternative to toxic masculinity and until there is we need this shitty bandage to help stop some of the bleeding.

Yes I watch every video she makes. Still. I try to like them. I try.

Bluntly, she's advertising to the kind of boys that would have included me if I'd not transitioned. I hate that but it's something to keep in mind.

That being said, she doesn't care about the damager her statements cause outside of that, and her persona demands she not or else she'd loose cred with the target she's got.

This is all reminded me of the moment my internal struggle started to really shift away from AltFurry, when Foxler leaked the Xanadu back room chat in revenge for how he's been criticized for supporting Kero the Wolf.

They reacted with a lot of anger and gnashing of teeth and talks of revenge and doxing, and yes, while I do want to take Foxler down, it's not because he exposed me, but because of why, and how it almost sabotaged my efforts to work on myself. However, it did give me the kick in the pants I needed to knuckle down and double my efforts to work on bettering myself. I'd freely admit to saying those horrible things, and I am sorry. I am not proud of it, but the point is while they reacted by scattering like cockroaches in the light, I took responsibility and pledged to do better.

And here we are, over half a year later, and I've grown into a fully-fledged fash-basher fighting for the rights of the oppressed.

You know, trying to deplatform and silence me for defending my own family is a foul, dirty move. Not that it matters to the people responsible, but I may be developing shellshock from it.

Listen, I am not perfect, and I make mistakes constantly, but I welcome everyone to challenge me on my actions, and I promise you I won't paint you as a harasser for it. Unlike certain people, I am going to take measures to heal and recover from this developing PTSD, and my own other personal hangups.

The depressing thing with plastic waste is that we had the infrastructure to re-use packaging in every way, and we demolished it. From the milk-man who took the empty bottles back to returnable beverage bottles, and people taking their own packaging to the grocer to put foodstuffs in, be it cheese, olives, beans or whatever.

Now we have to build the infrastructure and the mindset again. Before it's too late.

#environment #plastic #waste #plasticwaste

a quote I think about a lot is (paraphrased, in the context of business meetings)

"There are two things in this world that take absolutely no skill: spending other people's money, and squashing an idea before it has been born."

i.e. if someone is kicking around a new idea, reflexively responding with why it couldn't work or doesn't also address X issue is not an interesting or useful move

I've said this once and I'll say it again; My reputation means nothing to me, nobody can ever control me by holding it over my head. I will do what I need to do, because I follow my heart and my soul, and I am willing to do what's right and just, no matter how much I will lose for it.

The truth and fighting for the meek and innocent from injustice are far more important than a little bit of social currency, or emotional hedonism. In a way, being miserable is something I am comfortable with being, because it means that I am giving something of myself for something much bigger and more important than myself. I'd rather suffer in pride than to enjoy easy easy ignorant bliss at the expense of those around me.