A man is at a friend's funeral. After the proceedings, he approaches the widow and asks if she minds if he says a word. "No, of course not," she replies. So he grabs a glass and taps a spoon against it to get everyone's attention, and when the muttering dies down, he clears his throat and speaks: "Plethora." He puts the glass back down and everyone continues their conversations. The widow turns to him, with a tear in her eye. "Thank you," she says.
"It means a lot."
trans formative experiences (+)
early transition is kind of like spending an entire year at the optometrist
"1 or 2?" "heck i can't tell, it all still looks like a bunch of squiggles"
"1 or 2?" "agh 2 2 2, 1 is worse than no lenses and it's already giving me a headache"
"1 or 2?" "uhhhh 1 i guess?"
"1 or 2?" "2 ... wait hang on, i can see all the way down the hallway now, cool!"
@green psychic!! Always strong lol
no Raziel I am not oppressing you by not letting you lick the whipped cream off my coffee. #kittenthings
RT de johnny :
I'm no friend of the #gewista motion ad displays in Vienna, but today I realized that my polarized sunglasses now work as ad-blockers for the physical world. 😎 #adblocker #Vienna
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pronouns: they/them
location: Seattle
phenotype: dracosaur
alignment: chaotic well-intentioned
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aka Sprackraptor, Rasha, elynne, Yahvahzensil, & etc.
40-something ace/aro
an identity under construction in a badly-fitting human suit.
~follows welcome; followbacks not guaranteed~