

I mean, I have a severe mental disorder. But I try extremely hard to not let it turn me into a jerk.


I mean, I have a severe mental disorder. But I try extremely hard to not let it turn me into a jerk.


Oh, yeah, reusable is a lifesaver when you’re in a pinch. Going traditional-style is always an option, our great-grandmas did it for years. Saved my ass when I was extremely broke.
Diva Cups are nice too, especially since they’re basically reusable, very sanitary tampons. Problem is, well, sanitizing between uses. Follow the manufacturer directions, and you’ll be fine.


Cotton, for starters. Good sturdy cotton briefs. Nylon, silk, and Lycra don’t have enough “stick potential”. Boxers and boyshorts are too long to fold the wings underneath, so usually I have a designated Sacrificial Set for the Week of Blood. If you have thick thighs or are very active, your pads are just gonna bunch up. Such is the way of things. But wings and cotton briefs do a lot of good.
As far as disposable period panties go? I’m just gonna say it. They’re just adult Depends sold in single packs. I have a spare set in my backpack in case I need a Very Disposable Sacrificial Set for when the Week of Blood catches me by surprise. (got a fun, random cycle. wheeeee) If you genuinely like period panties that much, save yourself the grief and get adult diapers. Zero shame. They work great in a pinch, they’re just not environmentally friendly, or cost-effective. I have one as a Break Glass In Case Of Emergency.
For the most part, I only use pads at night, or for the last three or four days. First two days, it’s tampons. It’s just cheaper and cleaner that way.


10 years old. When I saw The Rocketeer, when Jenny found Neville Sinclair’s secret radio room to talk to his Nazi handlers.


Double lung transplants? Before 45? In this country? In one of the most impoverished parts of the country?
I can name maybe 5 people who deserve that. The average idiot who believed a psychopathic liar doesn’t deserve that.


Narcissists, Machiavellians, and megalomaniacs will always be what they are. But people who’ve been brainwashed literally don’t know any better. I wish I could say it more kindly, but having been on the receiving end of a lifetime of indoctrination into something obviously stupid, I have some sympathy for the people who believed a liar.


I loved it when my dad held my hand.
I’m nearly 30 now, and our political and religious views are (as an understatement) wildly different in most respects. But I still love my dad, and I would do damn near anything for him. Because he did damn near anything for me.
Sent this to a friend. Xe laughed and said, “If they have an issue with it, they can come find me and tell me. Good luck, BTW, we make up less than 1% of the population. If people that rare are pissing you off, find a fucking hobby.”
Things I’ve wondered about for years, but was afraid to ask. Thank you, random stranger. May your anonymity continue to enlighten others.


Trying to get PulseAudio to behave, and trying to figure out how to roll back Bluez and Blueman.
I mean, you’re not alone. I got so fed up with ads because it was always junk I needed but couldn’t afford, or shit I already knew existed and had otherwise already acquired with satisfactory results. Not to mention ads following me around. I hated being haunted by a pair of sneakers across four websites.
It’s not paranoia if you’re right, dammit.
Eh. In my experience, DeWalt tends to have more power and punch, and the batteries last longer. Makita’s impact drivers (at least the ones my company got) really just never had the torque to tighten bolts down to the right NM or ft/lb. I needed. They’ll do, I’d rather use an impact driver than nothing. But if I get to pick, I’ll pick a DeWalt.
I am neither transfemme, nor am I in a position to receive surgery for my own dysphoria. But I’ll tell you this. As someone who has had a few good relationships with some incredible, sensitive, confident, and emotionally intelligent trans women who have had insecurities about being ‘woman enough’, I want you to know this.
No two women have the same body either. Tell you a secret, skin down there has a lot in common because, hormonally, they respond to the same triggers.
Trust your endocrinologist. Trust your surgeon. And trust your own heart. I know that is hard, for reasons that I promise you, I struggle with similarly.
You are woman enough for yourself. That is all you have to be. Only an abuser would expect you to be perfect, so don’t abuse yourself when you’ve done so much to love who you are.
Racecars, lasers, aeroplanes


Hey, you know, maybe he got the good ending. It was pretty strongly implied he was adopted by the firefighter reincarnation of King Agamemnon/Sean Connery.


I don’t.
Money can’t buy morals or ethics. If I hate the company, guarantee you I won’t be there in six months, let alone five years.
Maybe other people can. I can’t. Inevitably, I get into some kind of spat with a boss or a manager over morals, ethics, or how we’re being treated. Or how I’m being treated. And they make up a reason to fire me, or I get so mad that I quit.


Oh! Decentraleyes isn’t maintained regularly, the last Github commit was almost a year ago. Give LocalCDN a try.
I think the stigma around virility and fertility is where the shame comes from. Monkey brains, after all. Wish we’d just evolve a tiiiiiny bit. Sex isn’t everything. Hell, I think the statistic is that we spend less than 1% of our lives total doing the sideways conga.