Itsaboutdriveitsaboutpower - Izzy

had to get a cortizone shot for my back and they did this, and it was so helpful.

they walked me through each step of the process, including how long each part would take, the estimated pain/pressure scale for each part, what to do when i felt something uncomfortable, and things that could go wrong and what we would do about it in the event it happened (like a spinal tap). and during he walked me through each part, told me where i should be feeling everything, etc.

i WISH more doctors were like this. i had absolutely no anxiety compared to many other procedures, or even small things like shots, because they walked me through EVERYTHING.

the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

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CHAPPELL ROAN paying homage to DIVINE | Kentuckiana Pride (2024)

Hot take but I really do think that some of y’all need to consider how/why/when/how often you’re making fun of straight people for being straight

I do it too, I’m not going to pretend I don’t make jokes about the hets, or the down with cis bus, or whatever

But I recently befriended a cis, straight dude and I have watched him be dismissed, degraded, and unambiguously insulted for the perceived “crime” of being straight — all in queer environments where he is allegedly “completely welcome” and surrounded by “friends”

This guy is not a toxic person! But I have seen him be made to feel so small and like his comfort and safety in those spaces are conditional on his silence and acceptance of being treated like a human dunk zone, and I think that some of y’all have had so much shit from straight/cis people that the second you feel like you’ve got an inch, you want to luxuriate in the perceived catharsis of bullying someone who— actually —doesn’t deserve it

And until he very, very carefully mentioned to me in private that it makes him feel bad, I didn’t even clock that I was involved in doing that, that it had become so instinctive for me to make casual jokes like that, and that— well meaning or otherwise —I had been contributing to an environment that made someone I really really like feel like shit

So, I dunno, I think maybe some of y’all should think about that too

Your honour. Put him in the glue trap.

Guy wearing a distressed jean jacket with a Kermit the frog patch walks up to the library’s facade, he turns around with a smile and says “the punkest thing you can do is return your library books on time” with a wink, tosses his copy of The Peanut Allergy Epidemic into the return box, a gnarled hand shoots out of the book slot and grabs his wrist, he screams, the twisted, knobby fingers tighten their grip and begin to pull, pull, pull, the guy’s body is contorted as he is forced into the tiny gap through sheer force, blood shoots out, so much blood, hitting terrified passersby as they leave and enter the front doors, a woman tucks away her checkouts into her cardigan to keep them from getting ruined, blood keeps spraying, finally his last foot goes through, his doc marten popping off and falling onto the concrete, bouncing slightly .

not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀

they match each other’s freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public

walk into the local in a skirt and a guy calls me a “fucking faggot”, and i explain to him that im actually a femboy not a trans woman and he says “oh sorry lad, so you still relate to masculinity in some sort of way” and im like yeah and hes like “sorry mate” and im like ur fine honestly happens all the time and hes like “buy you a drink?” and one turns into two turns into three and he’s hilting in me in the mens and im panting and my mascara’s running and my tits are bouncing and my skirt’s up over my little estrogenated ass and he says “good girl” and i moan and he says “i fucking knew it” and clatters my head off the wall and i go down and he doesnt even have the good grace to finish on my unconscious body hes so mad. anyway can you pick me up i have a concussion