What kind of coke do you want?

Walmart near me has put up signs at the check out complaining about some tax.

The closer the music is to this, the more likely you are to find something that goodwill would have auctioned off for $300+ going at like $5. Some Alpha MTG booster pack, a forgotten Nirvana cassette demo, all of these things lay buried in the bottom floor of some church basement. The place will only accept cash though.

I play like Morrowind. I stay in safe areas and do low level small quests. I stick up and prepare before a journey. I try to join small factions for both missions and protections.

A gunfight would quickly end with me dead, and there would be no way of changing the story. If I was armed, it would be easy to tell all kinds of stories about what happens. I know cops lie.

I have zero interest in violence. Being a queer kid in Oklahoma has already resulted in experiencing physical violence at multiple points in my life. I have spent more time learning to make a punch hurt less than I have learning to throw them. Any point where retaliation has been attempted makes the punches harder, and garners me more other consequences. It’s easier to show people your gashes if they cannot reveal a bruise.

There have been so many cops everywhere the past fucking week where I live. I am so terrified.

I started using men’s restrooms in 2013. No one ever cared. No one has ever cared.

I used to travel a lot across my state - I like going to wonky small towns, dragged ex’s to places like the Spiro Mounds, wanted to explore the ghost town of Picher, had adventures with foster children in Arkansas…. but I have to stay in a city now.

It’s like a video game map now. Hubworlds are safe, the cops will be noticed if they do something and are at least dimly aware of that. But travel could cause a random encounter, with multiple deeply unpleasant outcomes.

That is why they do that shit. It’s stochastic terrorism. At least when I was a kid crying in terror over 9/11, the world was telling me that it was happening and it was real.

Thrifting should be an option.

I can tell I’m the target demo because the Goodwills all play music I like.

I know it’s a thing, I see kindred souls with the same millennial dork vibes all of the time.

He was going out of his way to do everything “right” too.

He couldn’t use the men’s, because it was a trough set up. He talked to an employee, made sure that no one was in the women’s.

And then the cops had the gall to accuse him of being drunk and disorderly?

I usually give the nicer ones away.

I’m pretty sure the way I perl is illegal, and would offend anyone, continental or English.

I’m putting this in a little free library I think.

I have this “default” pattern that I do while watching tv. Sometimes mess up terribly, but just keep going because I don’t use paper towels at all and this is my substitute.

It’s a very nice, cheap hobby. Dollar tree often has some okay cotton, it splits a lot but not impossible to deal with. Hot water cleaning cycle, which is necessary for cleaning things anyway, tends to tighten the cotton such that the gaps are really tightly bound.

Idk - I think this is a great double sided pattern. The back half has like garter/back of stockinette ridges for deep scrubbing, the front side looks pretty and has those softer length ridges for small, delicate detail work in scrubbing.

Do a multiple of three + 1

S1, p2, k1 repeat

S1, k2, p1, repeat

Knit all

Perl all

I’m stealing this, but it’s from a blog post I read years ago 😅

We need to use taxpayer funds to go tell those Ugandans to kill gay people.

Thinking about making this into a rainbow candle, or painting a progress flag on it. Or if anyone else has suggestions for the Inhofe Pride Line.

Happy ending for the bees.

Season 1 was Moral Orel. Season 2 was a television adaptation of Raise the Red Lantern. Season 3 is the F-ggots and their Friends Between Revolutions.

I’m trans, and have also worked with trans kids. Sometimes outed myself when it was safe - showing young trans men that yes, you can be a man.

It really comes down to “what name and pronouns would you me to call you by?”

If you want to go above and beyond: “would you like me to correct/step in for you if someone calls you by the wrong names/pronouns?” I feel this is a place where adult advocates can have good impact.

“Does your family know/should I use your legal name when talking to your family?”

See the child as a person who deserves dignity and respect, who is in a vulnerable position and does need unconditional support. Which is true for all children. You don’t have to put up a progress flag or wear a rainbow pin - these can certainly be very good things to do - but at the end of the day, just honor the child.

There was a short story written along those lines, but folks assumed it was a joke/troll and bullied the person off the internet.

I miss this kind of conspiracy theory/crazy subculture. Innocent and fun.

Like Bigfoot isn’t real, but I would be happy if he was. Bigfoot still lets you be around the kinds of people who are far off the beaten path, but you don’t get the disgusting racism/sexism/harmful insanity that we’re getting with the current lot of crazies.

Once the endophallus has been everted, the drone is paralyzed, flipping backwards as he ejaculates. The process of ejaculation is explosive—semen is blasted through the queen’s sting chamber and into the oviduct. The process is sometimes audible to the human ear, akin to a “popping” sound. The ejaculation is so powerful that it ruptures the endophallus, disconnecting the drone from the queen.

It’ll still fuck you up in a deeply unpleasant way if you try to have fun with it.

Literally having conversations with people who weren’t there. A hellish night of no sleep while desperately needing it. 0/10 would not recommend.

They were just in the way…

Morrowind’s Xbox manual was literally wrong about multiple spell effects lol

painting something and then covering it with layers and layers of single color paint.

I think this might be a kind of reference to Rothko. I have to say something cliché, ask you to take this as an act of faith, but it’s a spiritual experience in person. It’s the immensity of the thing itself, being in a room surrounded by this wall of carefully placed color. It’s motion. Maybe you can approximate it by looking at a high res image of it, but nothing really escapes the three walls surrounding you, drowning you in color.

There’s the Rothko Chapel down in Texas that has a lot of his work I want to see - the experience I had was at the Tate.

A stick figure is kind of cute to imagine, but it would subvert that “sensory tank” experience that I found… blissful. Black, as a color? To look at the absence of light as a kind of thing?

Tbh, I make a lot of that “slap slight variations of the same color across a single canvas” - usually my homemade paper or random thrifted objects. I like doing it, but I’m not quite sure if it’s “art” in the same way.