how wonderful to be who i am

establishing dominance by being the naked window neighbor

Looking at the closed captions of the interview I did today, I'm noticing that Zoom sometimes (not always, but it fucking happened) censors the words "Queer" and "Lesbian", which is extremely fucked up.

oop, also just saw "Gay" get censored. Really not good that this is a thing.

Literally on the phone with the IT service desk trying to work out how to get them to get me through to someone with admin privileges who can turn off Zoom's "profanity" filter (fuck off, these are not profane words). It's bluntly fucking ridiculous that I have to do this, this is a university, hard of hearing people can see "naughty" words (and these aren't even fucking naughty words) without shrivelling up and dying, none of us are fucking cherubs who must remain "pure" and "uncorrupted". This whole thing is so fucking idiotic, I study gender and sexuality, the people I interview are going to use these fucking words, I'm going to use these fucking words. Absolutely fucking absurd. It's fucking American puritanism being forced upon the rest of us by some shitty tech corporation. Nuke Silicon Valley.

did it just censor fucking "sucks"? maybe it misidentified it as "fucks", but still, holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit. This is fucking ridiculous beyond words.

i want to paint i want to spin yarn i want to do pottery and bookbinding and soapmaking and needlefelting and embroidery and breadmaking and biscuit decorating and and and

oh and quilting and wood carving and gardening and making jewellery and play an instrument and dance and sing in a choir and flower arranging and! so many ways to make art and so little time!!

Thats why you gotta start right now!!! Do an art!! Right now!! It doesnt matter if its bad you just gotta start!!!

Under my tired look, I was wearing a second, smaller tired look

i’d love the opportunity to fumble you catastrophically

I make what I call blueberry mush: 1/4th sugar, 1/4th breadcrumbs, 1/2 crushed blueberries. Every year when there's blueberries out there I go feral for them. Yesterday I had no breadcrumbs left to mix to my delicious blueberry hoard of the day, so I ground up a goddamn old dried up bread loaf end with a stone mortar and pestle for the crumbs. Proper 1800s type of shit. A friend of mine called this "caveman wife material activities."

not even like using a blender???

Don't own one, don't need one. I fucking love my mortar and pestle.

Can you instruct your cottage to walk over to the berries for you?

Tgirl power fantasies: friends who genuinely like you unconditionally

it’s not ‘talking to myself’ it’s called a soliloquy you fuck

literally my favorite kind of posts are ones that are like "i never see positivity posts for [group of people that society is built around catering toward]"