I just saw someone post, “Never comfort men. Their entire existence is comfort.” Well, time to take a few minutes out of my day to call out complete rubbish. Let’s go. No one’s existence is entirely comfort. No one’s. Not even the richest person on the planet has a totally comfortable and perfect life. And just being a man does not mean men do not need comfort, or love, or peace. Because in case you rabid pinheads didn’t know, everybody has the ability to have insecurities or anxiety or depression or a rough life. What about trans men? Men of colour? Abused men? Men with mental illness? Men who grew up without parents and went from foster home to foster home? Men who were still wet behind the ears and had to support their entire family before they were adults? Stop with this despicable belief system that says men do not deserve love or care or respect or encouragement. Because you know what that makes you? Not just a misandrist, but a bloody bully as well. If a man said, “Never comfort women. Their entire existence is comfort”, I bet all of you would leap on him like ravenous wolves and rip him to shreds. And yet you say the same thing about an entire group of people without thinking you’ll receive backlash for it, or even considering you’re wrong. Well, you are wrong. Terribly, bloody wrong. And you need to take a minute to take that icy rock out of your chest and thaw it out so it’s a heart again. Men commit suicide. Men get abused. Men get bullied, by people like you. Men have insecurities. Men hate themselves. Men have low self-esteem. Men have depression, and anxiety, and mental illnesses. They deserve as much love and comfort as anyone else. Always.
And to any men or boys reading this: never believe you’re worthless. I know how bloody toxic the atmosphere on this hellhole of a website is sometimes. I know, trust me. But it isn’t true. None of it, not a soddin’ word of it. You are wonderful, you are precious, and you are just as important as any woman out there. That’s the thing about equality - in its most basic, realest form, you all are worthy of love, no matter your gender or your race or your age. You are a light in this world, because every single soul is. Your heart beats and starlight runs through your veins and you are such a wonderful being. Truly.
I am so sorry that so many treat you the way they do. You do not deserve it. You don’t. Don’t ever think you do. You deserve the world and Heaven knows I would give it to you if I could. As it is, all I can do is offer my support and my words. Don’t think you don’t deserve comfort, love, respect, or encouragement. You do. You deserve every scrap of it. And if no one else will give it to you, my inbox is always open and I will be there to listen if you need help. Because that’s what human beings do for other human beings, regardless of gender.
I love you, my friend. And I think you are a treasure. Don’t forget that. You have the ability to change the world, and live your life the way you always dreamed. I believe in you. Just remember to believe in yourself, and never give up, no matter what people tell you. Don’t give up. You’ve got this.
Keep your chin up. It’s gonna be alright, and your life will get better - just as you deserve it to.
SW off of the edge of the Mogollon Rim. Wish I was up there right now...
Our Maine Coon mix, Timber, who adopted us years ago. Her behaviors never cease to crack me up.
Now, I'm not claiming to be anything more than a wrench that can also fab, so bear that in mind as you peruse my Tale of Woe. Ran out of solid wire, while building a large hose rack. Had a spool of gasless fluxcore wire on the welding cart. Ignoring the dust on the package, installed, fed the gun and...ran. One. Bead. Then, I remembered how much I despise gfw for this particular application...My waaaaycool multiprocess rig damned nearly can run itself - and even IT hates gfw. Time to go visit my favorite welding supply!
8 months in, our babygrrls were spayed this last Tuesday...these pics were at home after we picked them up. Poor things... Now Thursday, everyone feels a little better.(Doesn't hurt that mama Loki is working hard to make them comfy and happy.)
She's one year old today. Granddad sure loves his Bug! First girl born to a Voigt (our end of the Voigt clan, anyway!) in at least 5 generations.
Right up front: this ain't a "poor pitiful me" post. Life on life's terms is what it is. So, at the beginning of the year, I got some unwelcome news after a prostate check, followed up by a biopsy; I am now officially one of those fellas around the country diagnosed with cancer. I am told it's quite curable, but this will involve removing the traitorous organ, and other significant changes. To my mind it beats the shit out of an early dirt nap. What I am leading up to is this: if you're a fella over 50, do yourself a favor and Get. Checked. Regardless of your age, pay attention to what your body is telling you, and you just might live a lot longer.
What a difference 10 1/4 years makes...Miss Morrie last year, at 10, and 9 3/4 years before. Love my old girl.
Bwahahaha! (My mixed breed would absolutely lose his shit with this)
Oh my god that's fucking hilarious
Some of the jewelry I make, my photography, and sharing things that delight and inform me...
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