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Cake day: June 26th, 2023

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  • I initially thought it was a funny way to address it. I’m straight, but I got bullied and called gay constantly in school because I didn’t fit the rural, huntin’, big belt buckle, rebel flag, cowboy boot wearing stereotype of masculinity.

    To them, being called gay was the worse thing you could do to them because it called their masculinity into question.

    When I was 17 I called this cowboy hat, belt buckle kid a homophobe for calling me gay. At first he thought I was calling him a homo, and it was so funny to say, “it means you’re such a pussy that you’re scared of queers.”

    I think it was worse for him than if I had called him gay. Then he had to go on a tirade about how he wasn’t scared of queers, so I replied, “Ah, you’re just scared you might be queer. I see.”

    I went home with a blacked eye, but I never lay in bed wishing I had said anything different with that one haha.














  • Holy shit, this.

    I’m constantly worried that what I’m seeing/hearing is fake. It’s going to get harder and harder to find older information on the internet too.

    Shit, it’s crept outside of the internet actually. Family buys my kids books for Christmas and birthdays and I’m checking to make sure they aren’t AI garbage before I ever let them look at it because someone bought them an AI book already without realizing it.

    I don’t really understand what we hope to get from all of this. I mean, not really. Maybe if it gets to a point where it can truly be trusted, I just don’t see how.


  • I would have been more than happy to drink tap water and have my kids drink tap water.

    We’ve had a couple lead warnings though and I don’t want to fuck with it. They’re going to have a hard enough time with the misfortune of getting my genes. I don’t want to make it even harder for them.




  • On the day that Puuuutiiin died. We sang bye bye goofy kgb guy. Hope you fell out of that window thinking of me and mine. Them good old boys on the Ukrainian side, well they’re just gonna laugh and cheer as you die.

    I hate myself. My brain does this to me all day, in every situation.

    A song to feed the pets

    A song to feed the brats

    A song to see the teller

    Or say hi to some feller

    I sing when I’m not singing

    And I’m singing if I’m thinking

    If I’m thinking then I’m singing

    And I’m singing while I’m sinking

    It’s gotta be mental illness right? Nervous breakdown?

    I’ll let you decide. I’m sorry you had to see this.