Gender: Female, Sexuality: Enigma,
Disabled and autistic as hell.
Depends. Nicer to men? Probably. Nicer to women? Hell. No.
Can’t count how many times I’ve seen people call out things like body shaming of men, but do the same thing to women and suddenly it’s a “natural expression of human sexuality.”
I suppose it’s just the end result of any community dominated by an extreme majority of men, but it sure as hell doesn’t feel good and has made me heavily consider deleting my account and just finally giving up on social media entirely.
Meanwhile I’m too autistic to tell when they AREN’T happening, and just keep talking until somebody respectfully tells me to shut up an take my turn.
When I was little, I had times where I just straight up slept at the dinner table because I refused to eat. My parents learned quickly that if they didn’t want me to starve to death, they were gonna need to make foods I actually liked.
Once they’d been doing that for a while, I got a lot more open to trying new foods, even ones I didn’t like before, because now everyone else was eating and enjoying food I didn’t have and I wanted to be a part of that. Didn’t make me automatically like everything, but it did open me up to a lot of healthier options.
I sort by active because the slower flow of content helps me avoid a social media addiction. I just check the few posts that hit the top of my feed every day, then exit Lemmy for the day.
Fun fact, you can still hallucinate with aphantasia. Or so I’ve heard at least. I guess hallucinating and imagining with the mind’s eye must work with different mechanisms.
Unfortunately, don’t think we can do any of those to any significant effect. We’re both on medicaid and non-taxable disability income. In other words, we don’t usually legally have to file taxes unless we had some other kind of income that year because it’s just gonna be a long string of zeros.
What we can do though is file for disability as a married couple, then we can legally save up a lot more money in exchange for being paid slightly less. The requirements for that are just living together and “holding yourself out as a married couple to the community you live.” Well, actually, there is a bit of awkwardness with the wording last I checked that accidentally makes it only apply to heterosexual couples, but I’m sure they legally have to apply the rule to homosexual couples as well. We’ll see anyway.
I believe we also have the same visitation rights as a married couple if we’re ever hospitalized, which is helpful considering we’ve both found ourselves hospitalized as a result of our disabilities a few times. I’m not certain about that though. We had quite a distance separating us every time that’s happened so far, so haven’t had the opportunity to test that.
I hate the whole “its” being converted to “it’s” no matter what thing, but what I hate more is when I teach the keyboard a word, and it STILL won’t let me use it. Taught my keyboard “that’d” and it would autocorrect it to “that’s” every time. And unlike other words, if I went back and manually corrected it back, it wouldn’t leave it, it’d force it back to “that’s” again and refuse to let me change it. Come to think of it, it did that with “it’d” to “it’s” too. Eventually I just switched to a different keyboard with much less aggressive autocorrect, since I still need the autocorrect to type with any semblance of speed due to minor coordination issues.
My old keyboard abruptly started autocorrecting more typos into what I was saying than it corrected toward the end anyway. Probably some shoddy attempt to implement AI auto correction.
Luckily, I did look up the laws for my state, and legally we aren’t technically married, but we do have the right and sometimes the obligation to apply for some marriage related benefits. It’s weirdly inconsistent.
I wouldn’t know. My wife’s the only person I’ve ever dated. Probably wouldn’t just do that with random dates though. My wife and I knew eachother for a while before we were dating and got close even before then. That’s why I was comfortable calling her my wife. I was confident it’d last. Even then it wasn’t until a while in the relationship that we started doing it.
Plus we’d been getting mistaken for a married couple quite a lot, so I figured why not just act like one? Takes off the pressure to actually get married too early, too. After all, what’s there to gain that we can’t gain without it?
It thoroughly confuses me that many people have come to the conclusion that people saying “closeted trans people do X thing quite often” actually mean “all people doing X thing are trans.” I don’t know how half the replies here have come to that conclusion.
This meme is reductive, only talking about it like it’ll be either a trans person or toxic cis dude, but it’s a joke. Jokes need to be some level of reductive to work. Otherwise you’re just describing a funny situation in real life. (Also, reread the meme. They never say those are the only two options, they just say those are two possibilities. That’s not the same thing.)
But yeah, offering to help somebody who you think may be trans acquire resources isn’t a bad thing just because the majority of people won’t end up needing it. Just politely decline it if you don’t. Nobody’s trying to force you to be trans. They’re just trying to help the people that are.
You’d hate me then. I’m not even married nor engaged to my wife. We just call each other that because it feels nice.
Some of my clocks have the option, some don’t. I find it inconvenient to have different clocks set to different things making my brain have to mentally convert between eachother. Not to mention having to mentally convert the time every time I need to give a time to somebody else. It’d just be easier if the whole world was on 24 hour by default.
I support a move to 24 hour time. I’m sick of waking up from a nap checking the clock to see if I overslept, and it’s like “It’s 5.” 5 what? Did I sleep 1 hour or 13?
Can’t check the sun. I live in the north. The sun lies.
All you gotta do is push the ends that’re stocking out under once it’s soft enough. No stirring necessary. I suppose you can if that’s easier for you, but I don’t bother.
Editing in real quick though, I’ve never cooked high end pasta, so maybe that’s different. I’m broke, so it’s always the cheap stuff for me
I have never stirred pasta before, and never had it stick even once. Are you sure you’re waiting for the water to reach a full boil to add the pasta? At that point that air bubbles should be knocking it around enough that you don’t have to bother.
Indeed. I drink between a gallon and two gallons every day, depending on how active I’ve been. According to my doctors, it’s perfectly safe. I’m fairly certain water intoxication only hits at pretty absurd amounts.
It took me a long time after realizing I was trans to transition, so I ended up having to get comfortable in women’s sections while still looking very obviously like a man.
Turns out, it’s the nervousness that makes people uncomfortable, because there’s a lot of less good reasons a male appearing person might be nervous in a women’s section. Once you can manage to shop with confidence, the worst anybody will assume is that you’re shopping for a gift for a girlfriend or sister or something.
Also a trans woman, same experience. Somehow getting compliments all the time has been one of the hardest parts to adjust to. Dunno how to respond to them, and can’t distinguish which ones are creepy because they all feel good after so long of getting none.