Creativechaos1020 - Two Cannibals Are Eating A Clown...

computer, play cardassian idiot by breen day

closing statement from an article about being intersex & the possible connection of gender expression and sexuality in intersex individuals, published in The Gay Liberator,

another low effort hazbin meme dump because i feel so normal abt them (lying)

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part one.

So I really wanted to share another scene I wrote for the novel I'm working on. Anyway, here goes. -------------------------

On the other side of the city a large man with dark brown skin was lounging shirtless on the living room sofa of his tidy apartment. Every aspect of his appearance was his own, whether it was his tall, heavy-set frame that belied the wall of muscle he’d been steadily building each morning, the couple dozen tight thin locs of hair that held large colored beads at the ends, or the two thin scars mirrored on either side of his firm chest, one beneath each of his pecs. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as his hands rest behind his head. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it in the air. A knock on his door brought him out of his reverie and the hint of a smile became a wide grin.

It took no time at all for him to walk to the door, grab the bag of steaming takeout that had been left for him, and plop back down on the couch. Today was a day for rest and relaxation, a day to celebrate the small joys of a clean apartment, a good workout, and chinese take out for lunch. Today was a day to scroll through the apps on his personal phone and not work on breaking through the security on the half a dozen system-locked phones sitting on his desk in the neat little office he kept next to his room. Today was his day and if he was going to work on any projects it was going to be for himself. With that in mind, he pulled his food from the bag only for an alert to go off on his phone.

Hey Cal, its Alicia, got a new number. Have you heard from Jay recently?

Caleb’s brow furrowed as he read the text, his food already forgotten.

No. When you two split up didn’t really have anything to say to him.

Yeah, fair.

Why, what’s up?

I sent him a message on Concord a couple days ago but he never responded. I’d text him but I don’t have his number. Do you?

Yeah, I can shoot him a text.

He sighed and leaned back as he scrolled through his contacts, pulling up Jay.

Hey man, Alicia said she hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days. You good?

He set his phone on the couch next to him and opened up his food. Two bites later, he got a text back from Jay.

Help!

How? What’s going on?

I don’t know! Its dark and everything is quiet!

Where are you? I’ll pick you up.

Fear and confusion ran through him as the next message came through, GPS coordinates for an apartment complex on the other side of the city. This wasn’t like Jay at all, regardless of what trouble he might be in.

I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

As it turned out, today was not going to be a day for rest and relaxation.

My least favorite things about anti- UBI discourse is always the techbros whining that "nobody is going to work anymore! People will just watch Netflix all day!" and I have 2 responses:

1) Who the fuck cares. Who the fuck cares what people do with their time! That's kind of the fucking point!

2) People aren't going to stop laboring. Housework (look, it's right there in the word!) will still need to be done. So will maintenance on our homes and personal spaces. Children will still need carers, as will the elderly and disabled. There are millions of examples of ~work~ that we do all the time, uncompensated, that won't suddenly stop because we aren't forced to sell our labor to provide corporation's profits.

I'm not surprised that what is traditionally women's work is invisible to these dipshits, but it never fails to anger me.

Anyway. Join the IWW.

One evening, in the sky, a message appeared: “In 24 hours, a billionaire will die.” Everyone everywhere on Earth could see it, in every language. Nobody could explain it. The next day, one of the richest men passed away. “In 24 hours, 2 billionaires…”

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.

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