We Are Valid

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

Like a half hour after taking pain relief meds: oh actually it doesnt hurt anymore i probably didnt even need to take those

the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.

straight people are so fascinating even when they aren't actively trying to be homophobic. I had a class a few years ago where one assignment was to summarize some eighth century arabic poetry about going out for drinks with the lads before indulging in some gay sex and like half the class came in and said "I'm sorry idk what was happening in this one, they mention having sex with a servant but they also say the servant's a man? where'd the woman come from? I'm so confused." and a few days ago in a shakespeare class I made a comment about how cleopatra and octavius caesar are kind of parallel characters in possessively bartering for mark antony's attention and one of my classmates responded as though I'd been talking about octavia and not caesar, despite the fact that I said "caesar" and "him" multiple times while describing the actions he specifically took. fully incapable of comprehending of anything that's even a little bit gay.

this is perhaps evil but I can boost my mood in almost any situation by playing a game called "what was my mom doing at this age?" like rn for instance I'm sleepy because I had a 12 hour work day + stayed up late, and my stomach hurts a little from the enormous chimichanga I smashed for dinner, and my head hurts a little bit from the fat margaritas I had with the chimichanga. and it's like hmm, okay, not optimal, but when my mom was this age she had a 2.5 year old to deal with. can you fucking imagine. can't stay in bed decadently bemoaning your overindulgences because there's a goblin in the next room that's utterly dependent on you for food and hygiene and social needs and if you drop the ball you've fucked up a perfectly good person. and I'm pretty normal so shout out to her for keeping it together but god that couldn't be me, I like fucking around way too much.

important thing i forgot to mention: i looked this up bc adam read a thing about how dicken's pet was an inspiration for poe's "the raven" and we were like "well thats not true" but now that ive looked it up, i believe it

Part of me is tempted to do a "best kid's TV show villain" bracket, but 1) that requires me getting my shit together and 2) I think Doofenshmirtz would sweep the entire thing.

"You see, Perry the Platypus, when I was a boy back in Gimmelshtump, every year the town would put all of the children into a poll bracket to determine who was the best child in Gimmelshtump, and every year they forgot to put me in the bracket! And of course my brother Roger would sweep every year! That's why I invented the Sweepinator, which makes me, Heinz Doofenshmirtz, sweep every poll bracket in the Tri-state Area!"

Leave out the Doof, but do all the write-ups as if he is the host for the contest, who is trying at all costs not to act like he has a plan to steal the entire contest, and failing at it.

I like how you think