The silence of agony.
i’m a turtle
The silence of agony.
Mine is the least interesting username on this site.
I mean, kitty is perfect in all things.
Asterisk: directly on the human’s mouth.
Honestly? Cape Meares and Garibaldi. Not far from home.
Most places in my childhood and past are illegal for me to travel to in this form.
This entire article just feels like it’s written to say “oh, look at all these cis people who are harmed by this transphobia!”
Well,
what about the goddamn trans women being crushed underfoot by these regimes?
So trans women can be discovered, I suppose.
(Edit: immediately after posting this, it’s prolly way too dark but I’m leaving it there. Also it me, a trans woman terrified of using the stall for this exact reason.)
A few hundred bucks of wood and metal can clear this up, if built and applied properly.
Rigor without curiosity is just judging Olympic gymnastics.
With a helpful reminder in parenthesis that they mean flamingo the bird, as opposed to the casino, which doesn’t have any feet.
He doesn’t deserve medical aids. He should beg from the floor.
I care and I think it’s neat! Show pictures!
But I went to law school there! And I got my ‘too done at Costco! Now let me on this damn plane!
The way the headline was written, I thought there was an actual brawl.
Chrono Trigger. Beaten hundreds of times on tens of devices. Short, sweet, doesn’t outstay its welcome but is always, always good.
What’s around the corner? Is it an arcade? Or just a hole?
A dumb inflammatory remark about trans women. I don’t remember the exact one, sadly.
Oregon is fantastic and I’m not sure I’ll ever leave.