Me, Watching My Kitten Hold Still For A Suspiciously Long Time: Ollie, Are You Peeing On My Floor?

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having feelings for a guy is crazy im up at 12 am felting him a flock of sheep bc he mentioned that he likes sheep one (1) time

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stop instinctively calling people dude/bro/guy if you’re aware some people are made uncomfortable

your instincts are serving to harm your community and your defense of them as being applied equally feels like a cope when asked to confront your own androcentric bias. You should confront your bias without making these excuses, asking isn’t more considerate than adjusting your speech patterns.

i’m sorry that my comment made you upset, i was not trying to defend anything unsavory. i was giving an example of how i go about ensuring i am using language that makes the people i meet feel comfortable. allow me to explain my reasoning:

when i meet a new person that i am going to be around a lot, and i ask them about wether or not it’s okay to use dude and bro, i do this to try to personalize the language i use around that person to help them feel comfortable. i see this as being equivalent to asking what their pronouns are, or if they are sensitive to curse words, or if there are topics that they become uncomfortable around discussion of, like, for example, discussion of insects. i am actively taking an interest in their comfort.

i adjust my speech patterns from person to person based on what makes them happiest. that’s why i ask questions like “is dude okay? if it’s not that’s fine, i just always ask when i meet someone new.” if this was a stupid question to ask then i wouldn’t ask it and assume a “no,” but the thing is that of all the people in my life, only one person that i’ve asked has ever told me that it was not okay with the use of dude and bro. and i was fine with it, and we actually brainstormed other informal terms i could use when referring to it and all was well in the world. we were happy and it thanked me for checking.

i don’t intend to fully amputate a piece of myself when i can just as easily take the steps to preemptively check with those around me and put some beloved words away as needed. not everybody wants to hear bro. not everybody wants to hear fuck. and yet i am not psychic and cannot know who feels what way about which words unless i ask.

anyways, sorry that was long, but this is why i ask that question. now, if i may give you a little critique in return, saying that when quote “some people are made uncomfortable” with a word means that it should be permanently struck from my lexicon is wild. if i were to, as a blanket, avoid the use of every word that some people happen to dislike, then i would never be saying anything at all. of course the key word is “some.” if “some” is “most” then the word is gone. bye bye. but to believe we need to censor every word that some people happen to personally dislike is crazy work.

(just as a little disclaimer in case i didn’t make it clear, i say this about words like “shit” or “girliepop” or “moist”. not words with a harmful history, like slurs)

tonight's curse is: acid reflux

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I had a red dot on the palm of my hand for over a year, near the left-hand fate line. I wondered for a while if I gave myself a tattoo of error when my grader's pen met an open wound without my notice. I thought cancer, then shrugged it off until the dot turned black, and sick, I poked at it with tweezers.

When I was twelve or so, I fell off my bike. After an agonizing hour of first aid, everyone was sure all the gravel was gone but me.

Vindication. The last piece of my childhood driveway worked its way up, cell by cell, and made its way to the surface.

adhd chain of tasks took me from a simple 10:00 pm shower before bed into an hour and a half of scrubbing my bathroom floor to ceiling, dripping wet and stark naked aside from a pair of freshly washed crocs

and this all happened bc the only way i can make myself clean the tub is to shower with dish soap and a scrubby sponge in the tub so i can do it while wet

drew over something i wrote for a class and liked :] sorry the cars are lowkey ugly, its because I fucking hate cars and cant be bothered to learn what they look like beyond ominous hunks of metal

edit: transcript of the poem by itself under the cut

6 Tips for Crossing the Road

Look both ways

The road is for cars. 

Make sure to look for them before crossing. Even when you have the right of way, cars have a lot of safety features and you have none. 

Use designated crosswalks 

The road is for cars. 

So is the crosswalk but, under brief and temporary conditions, you can use it too! Never jaywalk, never walk in the road, just hope there is a clear and functional sidewalk. 

Cross at the light

The road is for cars. 

There are rules and signs for them, but that can only go so far. Walk quickly and hold your breath and hope that the light doesn't turn. Make eye contact with drivers as their cars teem with potential energy, rumbling with disdain at the inconvenience of your crossing. Try to ignore the cloud of exhaust that you are in and they are above. 

Leash your pets

The road is for cars. 

Obviously. 

To you, it may be natural to sacrifice so much space to them but to your dog, it is not. His instinct is to explore freely. You must curb it. Modern US car models have such high hoods that the average child, let alone dog, is obscured. Even on the sidewalk, hold the leash tight because the sidewalk (if you are so blessed) is next to the street and the threat still looms.

Look out for road kill

The road is for cars. 

And no one was there to leash the deer. 

Or the raccoon. 

Or the cat. 

Did you know that the most reliable sample method for wildlife in an area is looking at the roadkill? 

Remember these tips

The road is for cars. 

Cars are everywhere. In the city. In the suburbs. In the country. In the woods (the US Forest Service manages more roads than the entire Ministry of Transit in China.) Cars are everywhere because there are roads to bring them there, which is great if you are a car and want to get from place to place fast without worrying about the in-between. 

Unfortunately, you are not a car. 

You are an animal. 

You are in-between. 

So remember to look both ways.