Noping around

Over twenty years ago my big brother got me a job at a Taco Bell in the St. Louis suburbs-West County. He warned me that it was the “gay Taco Bell”, but since I was coming from the “gay Howard Johnson’s” I wasn’t shocked. It turns out it was the black trans women Taco Bell complete with black trans women in management. And they’d worked out an arrangement with the local teen Narcotics Anonymous group so that twice a week we would shut down the drive thru and the dining room and exclusively serve 60+ teens in various stages of recovery. And many of the women I worked with were in various stages of being out or transitioning and they were from all generations from teens to over 50. One woman I worked with had a regular corporate job presenting as a man 9-5 Mon-Fri and then came to Taco Bell and worked 6pm -2am Friday and Saturday night so she could be herself surrounded by other black transwomen in those stolen weekends. And we had customers come from all over the metro area because they knew they could be themselves in the dining room. I only worked there from 1999-2001 but for young me, this was a vital, formative experience. Some of the girls came from north city all the way out to the “gay Taco Bell” on Manchester in west county because they heard it was safe to work there. Like- I know times have changed but they haven’t changed much in 20 years. I’m still convinced that for lgbt youth, finding a job at your city’s version of the “gay Taco Bell” is key to survival.

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ok i learned my lesson. if you get top surgery do NOT sleep on your side before ur drains r out they could shift in place and either a. lose suction (problem) or b. shift up during ur sleep. mine went up into my armpit. if i press the skin near it i can literally feel the tube. and if i rest my shoulder on it it hurts. called my doctor abt this and he says i cant risk losing suction i just gotta tank it fuuuuuck

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God. take all of meg thee stallions pain and return it to drake tenfold

Found family? No I stole them fair and square

thats not a fag thats a canvasser for clean water action

this is like the boy version of “this is the butchest girl twitter can handle before they start getting scared.” that is a masc guy wearing a daisy pin

It's inappropriate and has potential to cause harm when you bring up someone else's trauma unprompted. I don't need to get jumpscared and dissociate into reality 4 inches to the left at 10am on a Monday morning because someone decided it was a good time to ask for details of my CSA. If a person doesn't bring it up on their own and hasn't SPECIFICALLY told you that it's ok to bring up, then don't! The nature of trauma is that it's distressing!

This applies to things as simple as asking what caused someone's PTSD / what their trauma is, too. Someone saying "I have PTSD" isn't an invitation to ask for details. If you really want to understand, you can ask if they're ok with talking about it before proceeding. Better yet, let them know you're available to talk about if if they ever want to. Pushing people into conversations about trauma is fucked up, even if you're well-meaning, and it's not the other person's job to satisfy your curiosity or make you feel better about it.

I don't get why this is such an unfamiliar concept to a lot of people and why they feel so entitled to others' personal business. I've had too many people find out I have PTSD and immediately ask me why, and not always in a well-meaning way, so much as treating me like. Idk how to say it exactly but like a Conversation Topic or true crime doc or something. Or even waiting to insert some "gotcha" about how I can't have real trauma or something. And then there's family who feel like I owe them details because we're family and they "should get to know." And none of it even works like that whatsoever.

Anyway it would be nice if people didn't cause me to switch or have flashbacks or have my day ruined because they couldn't bother to think before talking.

I wonder how it feels to be a therapist or psychiatrist in 2026 and watch the despair of young patients and realize it’s not attributed to mental illness but a rational response to the state of the capitalist hellscape world we live in

I’m not depressed because I need a higher dose of my mood stabilizer. I’m depressed because I spent years of my life working my fucking ass off to get a degree in biochemistry from one of the top universities in the world only to apply to over 100 jobs and the only one I land is one I hate every second of doing, the work is literally useless, and in spite of being there over 40 hours a week I still don’t make enough to pay rent. The food benefits I get can’t even feed a german shepherd. I’m 23 years old with a college degree asking my parents to take me grocery shopping so I don’t starve. I’m not upset because of my mental illness I’m upset because I work my ass off only to be broke and miserable

hey what if the nerevarine looked like a house cat.

this is the funniest analysis of “Space Seed” I've ever seen

... Same. :)