Just 40, nbd.

Yeah, fuck that, at 21, I just kicked out my abusive mentor, barely knew how to keep my head on, and was so deep in the closet it was Inception levels of Narnia.

I am familiar with the play "Our Town" and hell, one point in time I played Emily.

Watching this latest episode of Starfleet Academy really hit me.

In a way I am the ghost girl, though not a girl. In a way I am also the stage manager, looking at all the little mundane moments of life, passing by.

Roller derby is where its at. I'm 40 and considered a "young-sprite" which is funny since I've been an athlete of some stripe since I was single digits.

Gods be damned. Yet another thing to push me into not wanting to teach anymore.

Generations will suffer for this.

Now that I a soundly agree.

This is that terrible time of year, the waking-up time.

Think about it, how Samhain to Solstice is the cozy tucking in, the lovely snooze of Yule to Imbolc, this is the cold sunlight-in-eyes time from Imbolc to Ostera. And then people go heckkin nuts.. damn morning folks...

Something I may not have made clear.

I oppose killing ANY people.

Yes, Nazi are the worst of people, and must be punched in the face *every* time they spout hateful shit (so every time they open their mouth).

Dead people cannot learn or grow. And once killing starts, who isn't "other" enough?

It's enraging to understand the amount of thought, time, craft, and care that every writer and artist I know puts into their work only to see these GenAI proselytizers have the gall to take that work, shove it into a blender, and then demand we enthusiastically support them and the resulting slop.

Yep yep yep. All tracks.

Yep. Its the same occupational hazard of being a student too.

Exhausting, absolutely, and terror sours quickly when you have to keep the vibes chill for your scared students.

Apparently, a kid may have had a firearm? That no one has found. And thankfully, all the kids were kept safe, and we kept the kids safe and calm. But GODS....

a close up of an opossum with its mouth wide open and the word aaa behind it ALT: a close up of an opossum with its mouth wide open and the word aaa behind it

We were on HOLD at the end of the second class block... all... day....

Honestly, I barely used it to begin with. Now I can fully delete it? Awesome.

-head tilt-

A home made coffee table with a slab top and a wooden base that's been stained black. In full light it looks like a honey tan colored wood on a black base.

Same coffee table with light slab top andblack base, the base somewhere disappears in the shadows, making the slab top look like it's floating, and there is a Crack in the side that is glowing.

The picture is mostly black, but there are glowing green stripes and patches of the cracks in the wood.

My snowcation project. Full light, low light, full dark.

My happy little gay midnight blue Honda Accord with a rainbow smile, all snuggled in behind a wall of snow and ice.

The parking spot where my car was walled in by snow and ice. Not featured, my car, because I attacked the ice wall with a cheap harbor freight shovel, a rock breaking trowel that my neighbor let me borrow, and my industrial push broom.

My car parked the next space up with an even bigger rainbow smile because she is now free from the ice-capade. I am entirely exhausted.

A story in 3 pictures.

I have one, it's an eyemask too, she doesn't like it.

Unfortunately, thankfully I am in a pretty decent situation with my partner, even as I lay down on the couch because my snoring is unbearable.

I see your reasonable advice and raise you a -waves at the general dumpsterfire that is the economy right now making it literally impossible to exist independently without at least a second income and I am a salaried professional with a specific license to do what I do.-

I am not surprised...

What all cis-het white fascist men in power do the the helpless. Rape, abuse, torment, and when not actively terrorizing, neglecting those poor children of food, water, shelter and sanitation. It is absolutely disgusting. I hate how this history is rhyming.

Persephone, a split-face tortise-shell calico tabby, sitting on a green-sweatpant lap snuggled in a rainbow blanket, giving livey-blinks and contented cat smile to the camera.

Such judgment, such grace, such tortitude on that face. Persephone approves.

As a trans man who works in the same school system (same school) as @rollerderbykaya.bsky.social I have been coming up with, and talking to, the department leads on contingency plans for "fringe" scenarios. Helps my da is the tinfoil hat type I guess....

Sending love dear friend, having also lost a fuzzy child recently, I understand your pain. If there is anything that could be of comfort I can do, please do not hesitate.

Always. ♥️

Vinegar and dryer balls fixed the texture of mine over time. Now it's starting to get a bit more fragile than I like, and I am a prolific blanket maker with other blankets that keep me warm.