I Know There's Been Some Controversy On Whether Pcos And Related Conditions Count As Intersex But I Think

The rest of B-Shift hearing about Ravi committing domestic terrorism for the sake of Chimney even after Bobby offered to take the fall and just thinking, “Oh God, they finally got him. They roped Ravi into their sick little co-dependent work family. We’re never getting him back.”

no sentence fills me with utter loathing so much as "i asked chatgpt"

There's often an autistic to incel pipeline.

This does not mean that all incels are autistic, nor that all autistic men are incels. It means that autistic men often have a type of vulnerability that the incel community can exploit in order to recruit them.

And there's a subset of autistic men who are especially vulnerable to the pipeline. Specifically, it's those who never felt disabled until they tried to connect with women.

There are a few possible reasons for this. Maybe all of his social interactions so far have been planned by someone else and he just played along, and his social struggles become noticeable for the first time when he has to actively pursue connections with women and be constantly analyzing signs of interest or disinterest. Maybe he's been bullied so much and just accepted that he's doomed to be a loner, but when he started feeling attraction to women and wanted connections with them, he could no longer just sit back and accept being a loner.

He likely won't find other autistic people relatable, because he doesn't need many of the supports that other autistic people need. He also won't want his connections with people to be limited to only autistic people. And most support that autistic children receive is conditioning them to obey and be less of an annoyance to neurotypical people, not helping them be the most successful as their true selves. So when he sees the support that other autistic people receive, he won't even consider the possibility that it would be useful to him. He likely won't even consider the possibility that he's autistic.

He'll likely struggle to understand his emotions and figure out how to phrase his questions. So when he asks for help, he'll likely just ask how to get women to like him. He'll likely receive oversimplified advice like "just talk to them", which he's probably already tried. And when he has a single positive experience with women, even if it's a fluke that can't be duplicated, it will be used as evidence that he never struggled. He'll feel like his struggles are blaringly obvious but people are still dismissing them.

When he witnesses other men complain about the "male loneliness epidemic", he'll easily find them relatable. He'll easily feel like he finally found people who understand. But most of those men won't be autistic. They'll often have no trouble in the vast majority of social interactions and struggle only with getting women to like them because they're simply not likeable to women. They were convinced that their cruelty toward women is normal and they miss the good old days when women just played along with it.

But since he's vulnerable, he'll fall for the propaganda. Then, he'll be an asshole to women and give them a reason to dislike him. And he'll be unable to tell the difference between missing out because of his disability and being disliked because he's an asshole. He'll then seek more advice from the manosphere.

True lmaoooo

there is NOTHING like the rage of searching for a post you KNOW is on your blog with a highly specific phrase and then not only can this website not find it but tumblr says something fucking stupid like ‘please don’t be mad. please’

this is going to be a generalized take, so please forgive me, but women are an underrated enforcer of femininity.

I’ve noticed this with hairdressers. multiple times I’ve gone to lady hairdressers and said “cut it all off,” and they’ve gone “hmm alright,” and basically just trimmed the split ends. meanwhile I can go to a dude and say “hey, can you make my hair slightly shorter?” and he’ll go “on it boss,” and shave me bald.

twice now, I’ve also had lady tattoo artists add pink to femme up a tattoo, despite that not being on the initial design.

god, also thinking about this brought back a memory. my mom once threw a fit because my shoes were “too masculine” (they were black women’s flats), saying that I’d upset my dad and ruin the formal event we were going to. I wore the shoes, my dad didn’t give a shit.

I dunno. it just feels like the misogyny is coming from inside the house sometimes.

can i add something. in my personal opinion the way people speak about eddie, the way people seem almost gleeful to accuse him of 'abusive behavior' or 'manipulation' or whatever else, is directly connected to the way they talk about ryan. and the way they don't talk about lfj. i've said it before but it's that casualness people exhibit while loudly and proudly accusing ryan of certain political and societal views, acting like their assumptions are an excuse for racism, WHILE twisting themselves into pretzels to excuse the behavior of their white fave who objectively has a whole portfolio of highly questionable behavior, both in his career, personal life and social media habits. it's just. a casual thing to do. it's like there's nothing wrong with it, it's normal. it's accepted. it's normal to find millions of excuses and explanations for the wildest shit when the man you're defending is white. but when he's not, god help him. the same goes for fictional characters. white guy does racial workplace harassment for fun? he's closeted, misunderstood, he's protecting himself even though he was quite literally meant to represent casual workplace bigotry. but when eddie diaz as much as waves a finger at buck? somebody call the cops, he's a danger to society, he needs to be medicated, he needs to be locked up, he's a piece of shit. it's not new, this attitude has existed in our fandom long before little racist tommy ever came back BUT tim bringing him back and trying to completely erase the context that he (and gerrard) were first introduced in has enabled a ton of fucked up behavior, too. and tim and whoever else keeping that pos hired made it worse. anyway.

Arches National Park, Utah photo: Elliot McGucken

2025-04-05

I've been reblogging a fair number of disability related posts in recent (when I actually come online). I'd like to take a moment talk a bit about my condition and frustrations around it. (TW near the end: pet death)

I have fibromyalgia, diagnosed by my rheumatologist after our investigation into my Sjogren's antibodies being six times higher than normal came up with no response to medication designed for it. I'm looking to take the test for fibro to confirm it for my disability case and am aware it only can identify one type, so here's hoping I lucked into at least being able to show medical evidence if my joints being fucked up little pain factories.

I've been seeking disability insurance since 2022 and have reached a remand back to the hearing level from the appeals council. I wasn't expecting it, since the judge pretty much twisted my testimony a bunch, my lawyers abandoned me, and I couldn't manage to interact with social security to get access to my C-file due to my condition--neither being able to get through the misophonia triggering ear pierce of the 120+ minute hold music nor mustering the motivation for getting down to the physical location to wait for hours upon hours in hostile seating and overstimulating environment.

It's been 2+ years since my initial application and I've unemployed for 99% of that. That 1% being a grand total of 10 hours at a major grocery chain in what can only be considered a misguided attempt to cope with no income, which resulted in my entire body shutting down with an explosive flare.

Now, my spouse, bless her, has been able to support me through this whole process. Emotionally and physically. I have a lot of gratitude for her. Unfortunately, with rising costs, being a single income home means we've been eating into our savings. More than half of it.

A kind friend was able to get me a job building ikea grade display furniture for a different major grocery chain. It's less than 15 hours a week and at the pay rate I take about 1000 gross per month. The thing is, while it isn't as intense as the other grocery work, it still causes flare ups, including full body migraines which take me out for a day or so.

I was about to get a new lawyer to help with my remand, until they learned I got this gig. Now, I'd been told by my previous lawyers that to qualify for disability (by legal definitions in the US), you can only work part time and make less than a certain amount each month--about 1600 this year. These new lawyers enlightened me that, while true, any amount you make that nears that limit makes your case harder since the judge gives you the side eye.

So here I am, tearing up my body because we can't afford for me to not do so, and it turns out my hope to get income that doesn't require me to tear up my body is at risk because I'm desperate for income. The government really does hope chronically-ill people either die or get starved out of the application process.

The hardest part is that if I don't keep this application alive, I won't be able to apply again, because (say it with me) I've been too disabled to work enough hours to meet the work credits within the past 10 years from the jump of a new application.

But I'm tired. I'm tired every day. I'm too tired to fully engage with things that bring me joy. I'm tired of thinking about how best to convey to an uncaring system how my conditions affect the quality of my life. I'm tired of searching for the perfect combinations of chemistry that can settle my anxiety, audhd, depression, hypomania, muscle and joint pain. I'm tired of brain fog attacking my ability to engage with topics that matter to me. I'm tired of hiding my pain from my family of origin, because I don't want to listen to their ableism. I'm tired dealing with the self loathing. I'm tired of being me.

I've all about given up hope that I'll get at least this one thing to reduce the pain. And that's what the government hopes will happen. Because they'd rather spend more money in an effort to deny than it would cost to just provide the benefit. Nothing is going to change my condition, whether I get disability or not. The truth is I have chronic conditions that will haunt me for the rest of my life, barring a miracle of science.

But the government isn't concerned with the truth, the law is just an arbitrary metric that says you can't be able to lick envelopes or crouch or lift a certain poundage. It's unconcerned whether there actually exists a job that us exclusively licking envelops that has the hours and pay to amount to a living wage. It's unconcerned with how fucked up you feel after bending down or lifting once or twice. All it cares about is finding that one thing that lets them say 'sorry, thanks for playing.' Even if that thing is is twisting around your testimony.

"Well, he plays video games. Well, he has cats." They honestly will purport that disabled people can't have any modicum of joy in their life, have anything to distract from the horrors. They're looking for anything like that to the point that a judge will hear that conditioned ruined my relationship with my dogs that I had before the conditions reached full blown disability, only to turn around and say "well, he is currently raising dogs." My rescues died from cancer 6 months apart in 2017, prick! What the fuck.

I don't know how to end this rant, so I'll just close with I know there is a lot going on in the world right now and I wish I had more energy to put toward taking a stand. There are people I love who need protection and care and support, but I don't have the resources to provide those things. I can't even provide them for myself. We need reform. We need revolution.