The Guy Who Can't Come Up With A Clever Blog Name

my number one advice for trans women both on this shitass platform and in real life is: you do not have to answer that question. people are so used to exploiting transfems' collective low self esteem that they will just expect you to answer questions that are best responded to with an openly disgusted stare. you do not have to answer these motherfuckers' questions. you don't owe anyone an explanation. "who do you think you are to ask me that" and "what makes you think that's an acceptable thing to say to me" are good, but most of the time you can just say nothing and look at them like they just offered you a spoon and a bowl of shit to eat. you'd be amazed how fast people start backtracking if you just say nothing and let their idiot question grow stale in the air

and needless to say you do not need to answer anons. yes this includes if they tell you everyone is saying something about you and can you explain. it is a trick. let them refresh your blog in vain

irl this doesn't work on people who have made up their minds to be openly hostile but it works on just about everyone else. most people have less-than-unshakable social confidence. practically everybody is secretly afraid of that moment where they realize they did something socially wrong. and no version of that moment is as jarring as when the flow of interaction just. ends. nobody is ready for the script to just stop. consequently, if you can project a passable lack of uncertainty during the brief, lurching silence that follows when you just don't respond to someone's weird question, in a way that is clearly deliberate, it only takes about 3-4 seconds at most before the other person will assume they fucked up bad even if they're not sure how. you just stare at them with perplexed disgust. they will backtrack and apologize. you still don't have to say anything. if you know them and you want to let them off with a warning, you can let them squirm for a second and then say "anyway," and change the subject like they were just being weird and you're doing them a favor. if you don't know them, or don't want to, just say say nothing, look at them like they're gross, and then ignore them

baffling micro misogyny ive noticed is that now that i look visibly Like A Woman men have stopped moving. whenever im walking down a sidewalk and a dude is coming the opposite direction he now staunchly refuses to move and expects me to move first to avoid a collision. god damn!!

it's trite at this point but anthropologically speaking i'd be curious to know if "i hope it happens soon" ever referred to the same thing for so many people before

when I was a kid I thought the weather guy on TV controlled the weather and he was just telling us what he was gonna do for the next few days. when he said "30% chance of rain Thursday" I thought he was just guessing how likely it was he'd wake up in a rain mood that morning

I feel like I need to explain. there was a whole internal logic here. there was fucking worldbuilding. I knew there were different weather people on the news in different places and I thought each one was the weather decider for their local area. I knew the word "meteorologist" and thought it was a scientist who had expertise in weather control technology. I never questioned why there was bad weather sometimes because "bad weather" was subjective, after all, I liked cloudy days and snow. and the plants need rain, right? so I figured the weather guy probably had regular meetings with local farmers and gardeners to make sure the amount of precipitation and sunlight we were getting was working out for the crops. I never spoke about this to anyone, because I thought everyone knew. at some point my parents had said "this guy on TV tells us what kind of weather we're going to have" and I misunderstood exactly one fundamental point and built out an enormous set of logical conclusions from there. this lasted from like age 3 to age 6 btw

Handing the Google executive currently chained in my basement a piece of paper that reads "Shall I end your torture?" with one checkbox that reads "No" and another that reads "Maybe later."

every chapter of deltarune has a secret npc who only appears if you leave and re-enter the room 1225 times while you have a bagel in your seventh inventory slot and the npc is a sentient doorknob and when you talk to them the music cuts out and they’re like “who’s that whispering in the trees, it’s two sailors and they’re on leave, pipes and chains and swinging hands, who’s your daddy, yes i am” and then within four hours there’s a thirty minute long video on youtube titled “ASGORE IS FRIEND??? DADDY THEORY EXPLAINED” and it already has 100,000 views and then a year later people call the next chapter disappointing because it was focusing too much on developing the main characters instead of explaining the doorknob guy

some good news is that someone keeps ddosing kiwifarms for the past few weeks and their provider is so small that it doesn’t have enough skill/resources to stop it from happening

what people don’t understand about how adhd is disabling is that it’s not just getting temporarily distracted from, like, school work or hobbies. it’s getting distracted/being unable to motivate yourself to go to the doctor, eat regularly, do hygiene tasks, etc. it’s not knowing when or how long it will take you to do something, ANYTHING, and in many cases that thing is taking a shower or keeping your house from turning into a biohazard. it’s about being fundamentally incapable of controlling your attention and focus on anything, even and especially things you need to do to survive.

Every once in a while, I wish the friendship meter from the Sims was real so that way when people tell me "I used Chat-GPT" they can visually see just how much respect I just lost for them in that moment.

One time an acquaintance told me she entered Snape's star chart into chatgpt and I could physically feel that meter dropping three separate times over the course of her sentence

If anyone reading this isn’t fluent enough in English to understand the sentences that man says, please know that he has essentially mixed a number of adjectives and topics together in a hat and is pulling them out at random like a horrible children’s game

Like that waxy jaundiced bitch will straight up be like “J'étais sur internet l'autre jour – internet, la plus grande invention américaine. Et la Chine a “internet aussi. Pas un bon internet, pas comme le mien, j'ai un internet formidable. Les gens me disent : « Donald, ton internet est génial ! » On adore l'internet de Donald. Mais la Chine… Chine, Chine, Chine… Vous savez qu'ils mangent des oiseaux ? C'est terrible. J'adore les oiseaux. La Chine mange des oiseaux. Pas comme nous. Pas comme mes oiseaux. Mais vous savez, c'est comme ça, et c'est terrible. Mais voilà ce que je vais faire : je vais sauver les oiseaux. Je vais sauver internet et sauver les oiseaux. Tous ces magnifiques oiseaux. Pour l'Amérique. Et la Chine va nous détester pour ça. Ils vont nous détester parce qu'on est les meilleurs sur oiseaux”. And people will lose their minds

oh my god

There was a scandal in Poland because one translator decided to translate him accurately, tone, vocabulary level and word salad tangents and all. Polish conservatives who don't speak English and previously only heard smoothed out translations that sounded coherent and used big words were up in arms about how the translator was "inserting her political agenda", "mocking him", "exaggerating", "purposefully trying to make him look bad" and "incredibly unprofessional". I listened to the translation in question. It was literally just accurate.

We had a mini-scandal in the German translation/interpretation community last year about exactly this – the interpreter for the inauguration got sick of Trump's incoherence and made a remark into his mic that was not intended to be heard (here's my post on it).

this is the fucking original and it only has 2k notes smh my head