Unfiltered shitposts

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I post about / have experience with:

Gay shi*

Trans shi*

Mentally Ill shi*

Furry shi*

Therian shi*

Neurospicy shi*

Disabled shi*

Chronically Ill shi*

Plurality shi*

And a bunch of other weird shi*

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To find my plant shi*, you can find me:

@parkersplants

To find my Art shi* , you can find me:

Is people who sell REAL HAND MADE CROCHET THAT T H E Y DID **W I T H** DROPSHIP TRASH AS A SIDE DISH

Sell your fucking bags. And ONLY YOUR FUCKING BAGS WOMAN.

There are 2 other Amigurumi artists who are GENUINE and REGULARS at this market. Youre STEALING OUR CUSTOMERS for your MASS PROSDUCED TRASH.

You best believe I'm telling the market organisers about this and how BAD it is for the image of this craft market to have mass produced trash at our market. Especially when most of the other people put in genuine time and effort into the creations they sell.

If this was a random farmers market or just not labelled CRAFT market I wouldnt be half as pissed but ive been vending here for over 3 years now for fuck sake. You know I'm here. You know that other lady is always here. FUCK OFF. SELL YOUR SLOP SHIP ELSEWHERE.

Should call it slop shit crochet from now on coz thats what it is.

Oh and to top that off. I price my keychains differently depending on how much time it takes me to make them.

Some entitled TWAT just walked past and said $25 ?! What the hell.

Parking ANYWHERE, ALL DAY should never exceed $12 imo.

Am dog.

Want do lay with head like...

But cant.

*snoof sigh*

.... also miss doggo. *huff*

hug blahaj instead because doggo not here.🥀💔

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My mum is now upset because "I wont answer her."

She asked if id help me set up some planters in my back yard if she bought them because she can't do it on her own and needs help.

With my current state of no spoons because talking require spoons...

A) Id prefer if she spent that money on helping me get my meds. (The psych appointment she usually pays for) Since she's the one who wanted me on them in the first place.

Its hard being neurospicy and poor. Because if I had the money I would've booked the appointment earlier and I wouldn't feel so fucking bad spending what little money I have on a piece of paper (script) just for PERMISSION to get these meds. ($210 per appointment)

Then I gotta spend money on the actual meds themselves (bout $7-8)

To add to that my scalp is itchier than a mother fucker because of psoriasis / scalp dermatitis / dandruff / whatever the FUCK its decide is wrong with it.

So I gotta spend $15 + on special shampoo that'll make it so I don't look like i have fucking FLEAS scratching like a hound. (Reguardless of the fact that I am a dorg. Its embarrassing looking like I have fleas.)

I'm in the peak of an obsession with a sentient rock. (And want to buy everything and anything to do with him)

I'm low key burnt out. But also still working hard

I have to pay for my car CTP and rego next month (like $800+)

Ive got a con this weekend that im not selling at but just attending so im gonna have to use all my self control not to spend my money that I need for my car.

I really WANT to do art but Im struggling to START

Im anxious because art fight is coming up and I havn't prepared many references or uploaded ocs.

I'm in the middle of a borderline identity crisis.

I'm being forced to move all my stuff out of my room (to get rid of some mould on my roof) then I have no doubt my mother is going to force me to get rid of a bunch of my stuff. Shes gonna start charging me 2 rooms for rent (since my bed doesnt FIT in my room because of the stuff in my room (which isnt even ALL *MY* STUFF)

I'm struggling to keep up with my stock levels

struggling to keep up with appointments with doctors

been double booking myself for markets / zine fairs etc or just straight up not getting into any at all.

Paying insurance on my cat MONTHLY because I can't afford yearly.

Struggling to keep up but also too fucking depressed to do any MORE than I'm currently doing.

Always running out of meds because time keeps passing even when I dont want it to

Constantly needing drs appointments yo fill scripts for said meds.

Constantly forgetting about forwardinf referrals for things.

Need a psych assessment. For top surgery

Need a bone density scan for the endo

Need a fucking therapist. For- what dont I need a therapist for atp

I need to do my fucking course for wires so I can become a volunteer with wires.

I want to make more sticker designs

I want to sell PINS

I want to commission art from people

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Blood stained clothes.

High - excruciating pain when sitting in a relaxed posittion

Being unable to do regular day to day activities because of the location of one of the swelling abcesses (for days or even weeks sometimes)

Stress levels elevated in fear itll burst and bleed, smell, stain clothes etc.

Trying for years to figure out what the fuck is going on and the doctors not helping much AT ALL and just telling you to clean more and try ointment, after cream, after oral antibiotic, after more ointment, after blood tests etc after MORE medications finally finding the TERM HS on TIKTOK. And SELF DIAGNOSING, THEN GOING TO THE DERM TO PAY $300-$600 to just get "yeah sounds like it to me". 🗣🗣

Oh and here's a mood board for fun (not fun at all)

Tw blood below the cut

• 'cis' is a slur that "invalidates her identity as a woman"

• my mental health issues can be cured by just getting a job and stop thinking negative thoughts.

• she and my father know me better than anyone else ever will.

• she knows what's best for me and I evidently by default do not.

• I'm "not trying hard enough" to get a job.

• I'm infact trying to NOT get a job. But infact be a "doll bludger" for the rest of my life

• My australian political opinions are invalid because I don't have a job, and I don't pay taxes so why should I decide where taxes go.

• My transition, and affirming my gender / expressing myself with my body (piercings, hair dye, -not yet gotten tattoos-) are all just a part of my "Plan to make myself unemployable"

• My friends indoctrinated me to think that I'm trans because I'm naive and impressionable.

• Because I don't want bottom surgery i cant possibly be trans. (Im asexual and wouldn't use one if i got one, don't have the money and don't want the pain healing and allat if I ain't gonna uSE IT)

• If I date a trans masc, I'm dating a GIRL because he has a BUSSY (again I'm asexual and don't give a rats ass about what genitalia they have.)

• testosterone is preventing my maternal instincts and THAT is why I "think I'm asexual"

• even BEFORE i was on T i was hormonally imbalanced and A LATE BLOOMER so i didn't feel it (I started T when I was 21 or 22)

• People are confused weather I'm a girl or a boy in public and that's another reason I'm not getting job offers (I've had MULTIPLE people genuinely confused when I talk about having AFAB experiences like period stuff or mention wanting top surgery or casually mention I don't have a dick etc saying "WAIT YOURE TRANS?!")

** also slight scaring on my skin from previous flare ups**

Nice to know my lack of finnance and mental health at least entertains SOMEONE FAAAAHHK

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Haha get it because I'm Peter Parker... ahaha... because I'm... ok I'll shut up 🥀

Cunt was honking at me coz I was getting close to his car. MF THEN MOVE BACK AND GIMME SOME FUCKING SPACE IF YOU'RE IN THE FUCKING CAR AND WATCHING ME PARK CUNT.🗣🗣🗣🗣

FAHHHHK

I feel rlly bad. I found a bird the other day after hearing a "bonk" outside. It wasnt moving. And i picked it up to let it hopefully wake up on its own, kept feeling around for a heart beat, but didnt find one. And its feet started to become cold.... which I understood Immediately 🥀 I thought Id try to message some taxidermists in my area see if anyone would take it and maybe preserve its beauty but nobody messaged back / said they'd work with birds... so after 2 days of trying to find someone and 2 days of the poor baby in my freezer I decided i didnt want my family to find it in the freezer and have a go at me, so I burried it in the park behind my house. And said a little speech, that my nan and dog would take care of it on the other side of the bridge.

Im not religious. But I do feel like theres SOMETHING after death. So Im hoping my nan and dog take care of the poor birdy

Tw picture below:

Rest easy, I'm sorry I couldn't find a way to preserve your beauty 🥀🩵

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