I Wanted To Go To War With Your Pain So I Can Give You Peace

Sorry for all the sad-ish reposts on my main, 8 years of trust, care, love, and respect is going down the drain and my mood swings are really getting to me and I’m honestly just in a weird state of limbo now

Thank you so much, we were worried about her being alone for too long because we know they’re supposed to be together in pairs or groups.

For my last post: this is the feral, aggressive, insane beast that is Winny. Now, I know Guinea pigs, I know they need to be in groups, but, she cannot. She has bitten me simply for existing. If I cough or move, she growl at me. And I do mean GROWLS. She is a feral beast compared to the three tame, loving, gentle sweet hearts that are Oreo, Dixie, and Waffles. Her nickname is also Squirrel because her fur makes her look like a grey squirrel. She is currently staring me down and growling at me, and is not appeased by the fresh fruits I have given her to snack on with her food dish

So as of late, news in America has been devastating for many communities especially the LGBTQIA+ community and the POC community. As a trans man myself, I will not detransition (which for me has only been socially not physically sadly) or hide my shame, but, I am also unsure if I can risk seeking asylum elsewhere, as I do not have a valid passport and to get such a passport I would likely get all my documents confiscated due to my Drivers license having an X as my gender marker.

I know many who are afraid or nervous as well and I know my state is typically safe, but my family is not, my local community is not, and the risks and dangers will always be there for me. I remind my family I’m trans, I get screamed at and hit in the back of the head, I get told because I’m pregnant I’m not trans because trans people can’t have kids apparently. All I did was mention how I can’t leave the country anymore in a civil conversation.

Due to the state of everything I’m not very energetic or willing to post or message as much. I would love to post more and share more but it takes a lot of energy to get up anymore and even be around my own family, make my drs appointments, even go to work. I apologize for any radio silence, but living in a Nazi home is rather exhausting for me and my mental health may never recover from this first month of 4 long years.

She has definitely gotten used to us as the time has past, the growling is like a combo of teeth chattering and rumbling, however recently she has been more vocal. We call it screaming because the other three do it for attention, food, water (or Oreo who screams at us if she hears a simple bag crinkling) I’m not sure the proper turn but it’s like squeaking or squealing really. She’s started to also be vocal when she hears the other three and has when we bring one back to interact safely through the cage, she’s very vocal and very interested in them.

She’s also shown a lot of personality, she likes redecorating her cage and hiding under blankets and anything resembling a tent. We also have a small play pen set up near the other three where if we can catch her, which is very rare and we don’t try often, we let her interact with the other three with very strict supervision because she does still occasionally attack.

For treats we give fresh greens, apples, carrots, as those are her absolute favorites, she absolutely devours apples when she’s given small pieces or even apple flavored treats.

For my last post: this is the feral, aggressive, insane beast that is Winny. Now, I know Guinea pigs, I know they need to be in groups, but, she cannot. She has bitten me simply for existing. If I cough or move, she growl at me. And I do mean GROWLS. She is a feral beast compared to the three tame, loving, gentle sweet hearts that are Oreo, Dixie, and Waffles. Her nickname is also Squirrel because her fur makes her look like a grey squirrel. She is currently staring me down and growling at me, and is not appeased by the fresh fruits I have given her to snack on with her food dish

Kinda relate to this, can’t really say much else about that

𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

As they block me and remove me from their socials and just disappear without a word said in warning…

— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

I hate Macron and yet I agree with him. Like this man has been horrible to France (I took French for 4 years and my classroom cheered for every protest to happen in France) and yet…. Even he can see the BULLSHIT that is America.