Gay Vampire Thoughts

normal purse contents (wallet, keys, chapstick, massive wad of trash and receipts, etc)

first aid kit

large quantities of candied ginger

clothespin

fingerless gloves

emergency dice set

mysterious flash drive

carnival ticket (when did I even go to a carnival?)

small metal frog

mystery key (rusted)

tiny goat

eight spools of thread

fortune cookie fortune ("your goals will have you reach new heights")

cursed locket

measuring tape with built in flashlight and screwdriver

$5.13 in loose change

incredibly small snail shell

piece of purple broken glass

three hagstones

compass ring

four old train fare tokens

various acorns

forty-five cool rocks I found

It's a very normal bag sized bag, I swear!

Weirdly enough, the purpose of this purse cleanout was to move stuff from my old bag (the strap was breaking for some mysterious reason that's probably completely unrelated to anything in this post) to a new bag that looks like it should be bigger, but actually holds less stuff. Had to remove some of these items, which is an absolute injustice.

(The rocks are staying, because what if I need a cool rock for something in an emergency? Also because they're getting a nice little polish from jostling around all the time in the inevitable beach sand that ends up in every bag I own.)

Tumblr users over here trying to foil my plans to disappear into the ocean with a bag full of shiny rocks to bribe the merfolk into letting me live with them.

Okay admittedly I have no solid proof that this particular locket is cursed. Honestly it's mostly just wishful thinking. But maybe someday...

I really wanted to get a picture of my other actual, really definitely cursed locket for this post, but I'm currently unable to find it.

Edited to add because Tumblr was really determined to post this before I was done:

Okay it took me forever to remember to actually take pictures, but!

Tiny Goat!

Hagstones, plus bonus purple glass and train fare tokens, just because I think they're neat.

Also, the umbrella thing a few weeks ago proves nothing. The fact that there was an audible scattering of trinkets onto the sidewalk when I opened my umbrella (a small, purse-sized umbrella! a reasonable umbrella to carry around in one's bag!) does not in any way imply that there were too many trinkets in my bag. I have no idea how those coins, rocks, and random bits of broken jewelry got in there. It's an utter mystery.

For years after 9/11 we were constantly told “NEVER FORGET” and the idea was basically “keep feeling sad and afraid and especially ANGRY forever; don’t let time dull your emotional response like it’s naturally supposed to; continue to justify the injustices by feeling this way all the time.” And the 3000 deaths were constantly pointed to as this huge deal that justified any lengths to go to.

And then Covid hit. And there were several points during the height of the pandemic (because fun fact, according to the actual definitions of a pandemic, *it’s not technically over yet!* ) where we were having a 9/11’s worth of deaths every week or so. And suddenly 3000 deaths were not a big deal at all. Instead of being enough reason to go to war far away and strip us at home of many rights too, they weren’t even enough justification to make people wear a damn piece of fabric over their face.

3000 people died once and now the government can legally wiretap anyone without a warrant, and hold people at Gitmo under suspicion of terrorism (no need for due process)… 3000 people dying every week but we should all still be going out to brunch and concerts and who cares about the disabled and immunocompromised?

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