I'm always ready to make a damn fool of myself.

They also specifically contacted members of the leather community, used them as models iirc, and donated $100k to Outright International. They talked the talk and walked the walk and put their money on it too. I don't really care that I can't afford and don't want this merch, I love to see my community getting the respect it deserves. Levi's said, "We make jeans which gays wear lots of jeans? Oh leather daddies? Let's call them."

Blank documents squick me out because they remind me of all my unstarted writing projects. :/

First known usage of "squick" was in 1991. It's not some new term that was made up for this post.

'Squick' is the word we need to be bringing back for all the people who have misappropriated the term trigger, because they do not know that words mean things, and that those meanings are very important to keep distinct.

are you mad that the villain identified me as the most impactful party member to mind control

Save a horse ride a bear

I wonder how it feels to be a therapist or psychiatrist in 2026 and watch the despair of young patients and realize it’s not attributed to mental illness but a rational response to the state of the capitalist hellscape world we live in

I’m not depressed because I need a higher dose of my mood stabilizer. I’m depressed because I spent years of my life working my fucking ass off to get a degree in biochemistry from one of the top universities in the world only to apply to over 100 jobs and the only one I land is one I hate every second of doing, the work is literally useless, and in spite of being there over 40 hours a week I still don’t make enough to pay rent. The food benefits I get can’t even feed a german shepherd. I’m 23 years old with a college degree asking my parents to take me grocery shopping so I don’t starve. I’m not upset because of my mental illness I’m upset because I work my ass off only to be broke and miserable

[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you

anyway I was having this very vivid and unaccountably funny dream about what I suppose you would call a heist crew, except their MO was less about stealing and more about breaking into rich shitheads' houses to throw absolute ragers and trash the place and then disappear into the night. it was all very sleek and admittedly even sexy but the main thing I remember about this dream is that the leader of the group, who's exactly the kind of smooth young hotshot you think he is, was always in the process of getting spectacularly dumped at these parties. always a different woman. months of planning and stress and then when he should be in his element kicking back, accepting congratulations on all sides, man of the hour, he's getting dumped. again. and his whole crew is watching with a very low amount of sympathy because they love the guy but ooooh they know better than anyone that he deserves this. what the fuck was my subconscious cooking with this.