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As a mid atlantic east coaster, I may have some authority on the subject: Hunter Biden is a typical Delaware resident. A sunburned, black tats faded to green, dart suckin beach bum. Addict or not, kind or not, simply real. Not an anomaly. I grew up with people like him. Definitely also has the garden variety cadence of someone that's in recovery. There's a nakedness around the horror of their past because true healing comes from less shame around it. I think people are so expectant of folks to have clipped pr speak that being, frankly, quite normal is "based". His dad being a genocidaire kind of removes a huge layer of humanity though. And maybe his self disclosure is legacy white washing for his dad, or an unfortunate side effect.

Highly aggressive military tactics are being performed nearby for the 2nd night in a row. Flashbangs going off in an abandoned hospital with helicopters hacking at the sky at 1 am and now more in long Beach, announced to carry on till 2 am. It feels like they're lifting their leg on us. Such insecurity. Asses getting kicked by iran, justifiably, and so they have to violate the peace of its own citizens. Pathetic.

LA has this odd culture of standing in line that wraps around the block for the most banal shit. Around the corner from me, every weekend, people line up for god knows how long for bread. Local businesses doing well is fine but standing in line for me outside of the dmv is a no from me. If there's a line somewhere, I usually just leave.

The binder of life and source of consistent joy and play has been practicing ritual magick on a regular basis for the past few years. It creates an intentional routine and a channel to put emotional overflow so I can put my focus where it belongs. I don't always win the war with myself but in terms of self improvement that isn't just hollow affirmations, I've found no equal. There's also the community aspect and finding that has been just as affirming.

Hot take: it's actually fucking weird when white people say "baby mama". It's a term steeped in misogynoir that isn't redeemed by using it against a white person. Especially when white women use it while moving their head side to side, with some "sass". We're getting WAY too comfortable.

American politics and incel culture's venn diagram is a circle because both proudly discuss what body count is more acceptable to live with. Brown people? Well, as long as they don't live here i guess...

On mother's day, I was walking to the grocery store. A little girl was holding her father's hand while they were walking in the opposite direction on the same sidewalk. Little hand in his giant hand. Weird creepy smile grew across his face like a kudzu. He shyly waved and greeted me and, just like that, ya girl took a tumble into depression. I'm already fatigued but that bottomed me out in a way i didnt anticipate. This guy is walking with his kid. Probably has a wife or gf at home. What the fuck? What compelled him to do that? Disgusting

I pass through MacArthur Park on my morning commute. The atmosphere is pretty bleak, but frankly, what is even bleaker is how people discuss the folks that crowd around there that are obviously suffering. I hate how people talk about homelessness and drug addiction as though the two are separated and both are moral failures. Who the fuck would want to be sober while sleeping on the bare street? Let's see how people do without their caffeine, alcohol and lil 5 mg weed gummies after Caper and Keighleighnn go to bed. No one is a better person at their core because their bills are paid. Just lucky.

The concept of refusing to throw something functional away by using speedstick you got yourself on vacation. Every morning for the past 2 weeks I've been inducing gender dysphoria adjacent discomfort because I smell like a fuckin dude. It's not axe but buhhh I reek like Pauly d about to go to bamboo with jwoww

I took German class all through high school. Never got great at it, but wanted to learn. Sophomore year, I had moved back to MD from CO. The dumb "Trenchcoat Mafia" rumors stopped after getting into a couple of physical fights in shop class. A clique was bullying me non stop and I finally had enough. But German class presented another challenge because it had boys that were incredibly pushy. One guy had bright red hair and wore a kilt, sending me index cards every day during class, pouring his heart out re feelings about me and the entitled, angry pouting when I didn't reciprocate. But big red's guilt tripping, insistence and sulking wasn't even the biggest issue. It was the guy just left of him. I forget his stupid name. When he heard that I was dating someone and later ran into us at Blockbuster (im OLD) this guy constantly gave me shit for it. Especially because my bf was Salvadoran. I remember being asked to walk up and down between the rows of desks before class because he wanted to see if I could still walk straight after "getting fucked by that Mexican guy last weekend". My mind has blotted out most of our interactions but it was frequent enough that I finally went to the guidance counselor about it. The next thing I remember: year book signing day, end of senior year, after most people left the German classroom, was him coming up from behind me as I was looking out the window at the courtyard. He told me that he admitted what he had done to the counselor and everything, but he had a question to ask. I was like...yeah? And he asked whether this incident would hurt his chances to get into the honor society. That's probably the dumbest fucking question I've ever been asked my entire life. You know that relentless sexual harassment I've inflicted you with for years? Could that possibly damage my future? Of course a man thinks that he gets to decide the consequences of his own actions. When I think about the unreal amount of hatred, rage and fury I've had to sublimate in the face of sexual aggression because no one I've met has been worth catching a case for, I think about that day. Not just because of his audacity in asking that question to begin with but because when I got word he suffered a tragic loss, it entered my mind that some kind of twisted cosmic justice was being meted out. It wasn't, but the shrapnel of that very fury framed it that way. And really, nothing was learned from it anyway.