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They/Them, also “It” when the critter calling me that is being cute ior affectionate :3 Very cute, but also weird and sometimes kinda sharp
Has been rescued…? ominous music plays bites life for being a butt >:(

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Cake day: November 26th, 2023

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  • Idunno where you got the idea that I’m for slurs or against disabled people but it’s kinda insulting, especially when you took “sometimes said as a derogatory word” and ran it like it’s the whole point or the article over the complaint that got its own paragraph (the Pulp Fiction bit) and shared the same sentence the disability bit is in, or the one that got the whole rest of the article (that it’s vaguely unprofessional). In fact I’m getting more irked every time I go look for evidence that I’ve misinterpreted it. Reading through a couple crap anecdotes to one that actually says something, we get a VP smirking at the name, which makes me wonder whether that person’s just a hateful prick smirking at a disability term or one of the many who giggle at any reference to anything associated with sex. The other three are just “some people dislike the name.” I conclude that the article does not take issue primarily with the name being an abusive term and wonder why you’d say that.

    I muchly dislike careless use of abusive terms (I’ve probably got an essay or two ranting over the usage (and existence) of “crazy” and “insane,” for example) so I really don’t disagree that abusive terms should be treated much more seriously.

    My entire point was that the author seems to be throwing things at the wall hoping something sticks, not seriously worrying some spooky scary BDSM critter (hi, it’s me :3 ) is gonna tie them up (of course not, the ropes are for me :3 ), nor that anyone’s getting bullied by the tool’s name or it’s irritating old wounds or really anything at all. I don’t think they’re taking any of this seriously. If the term’s abusive in a way that can’t be neutralized by taking it from abusers and making it something else (an arguably valid thing to do) then that’s worth actual serious discussion and not just part of one sentence in a six-page essay.

    tl;dr: The article barely even mentions anything about disability and, I think, does so more as an excuse for itself than out of any serious concern for anyone. My complaint/point is, to be clear, exclusively that the article is crap and not that abusive terminology is okay. The article has failed to demonstrate any actual problem with the name itself other than handwavey “some people say” that it’s vaguely unprofessional.



  • This really isn’t the article it wishes it were :-\ It kinda reeks of “I’ve picked a thing I want to argue and now I’m going to make up an argument for it” down to admitting that good sources aren’t available (which makes me wonder whether there are no good sources at all or just no good sources that support the author’s argument).

    Bonus unpoints for the BDSM reference, just because I hate seeing that term held up as a negative or scary kind of thing and I feel like and/or choose to believe that’s the point in such an unprofessional article, rather than simply meaning “Look, it means sex stuff and that’s unprofessional.” So there. Nyeh! 😝

    Also, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone who actually used or contributed to the GIMP (or intended to) complain about the name. I’m interested in seeing some actual data on that, if there is any. Personally I wouldn’t particularly mind a name change but I can’t say whether it’d get more attention and interest than it’d lose to irritating people accustomed to the current one.





  • Still doomed 🙃 Stressing over another talk with my host, who is… kinda difficult, honestly. I can’t tell what’s available to me (in any context) nor what I’m even supposed to be able to accomplish in any amount of time but I’m supposed to “advocate for myself” even knowing there’s someone who needs this room so like… what the fuck am I supposed to do, beg to stay and somecritter who’s in the same situation I was gets beaten or shot by their father but I get another week of accomplishing fuck-all because I need six sorts of support I’m never gonna get but what I get is a week at a time and expectations to just get my shit together and get a job without even somewhere to stay while I work?

    So I went from hopeless and in danger to hopeless and about to be in danger somewhere else. Worst part is, my host has some of the same major issues that I do, so every time we talk I feel like there’s some understanding there, or understanding to be had. She even recognizes it as an accomplishment for me to manage to get out and take the ten-minute bus ride to Burger King. Does not seem to recognize how screwed I am, how much of an impossible ask it is to just dump a pile of “resources” on me and think I’m gonna call them all, etc.

    …I said I wasn’t gonna wall-of-text you lot <.<; Sorries! Please pretend it’s just a little nibble of whine 😓



  • Not to press you but as a general clarification, I can (probably; TSA may eat me because of my expired license 😅) fly again if it’ll get me a chance I can actually use. Anxing just thinking about trying to manage that but whatever, right? 😅 A hope’s a hope, reason and reality can just stay out of it.

    There is a program that will cut like $10 off of a landline bill and another that I think does $9 off of an Internet connection or bundle including that (which I believe is the one that can apply to cell service). Looks like that could get me down to like $40 per month 😅 Alternatives include services like TextNow, which will mail me a SIM for like $5 that I can use to provide them with all of my communications and in exchange I get ads and some level of service, assuming they don’t ban me for no reason (which is apparently a thing they do? Hmm.)

    [Rantyramble] Everything feels like a huge mess when one’s life (well, what I had of one anyway) just gets spontaneously knocked over. Like, even phone service maybe sounds simple but there’s more to it just because of the mess I’m in. Waiting for mail may be a no-go if I have to go somewhere else before it arrives. Alternatively, I could “just” go to a carrier’s shop and sign up for $50+ (skipping the shenans I may have to go through to get the $9 off or whatever) but that requires that I find one (easy enough, GMaps that up) and get to it (could be hours on multiple buses and/or trains with transfers and no ability to track any of it because of my lack of connectivity) and hope my phone’s not locked up to the biofam account they’re using to screw me over or some other kinda crap I’ll have to/be unable to deal with. Bonus points for readers who remember that I’ve got nasty anxiety problems and can barely make a phone call without a days-long struggle and so even the one little issue may be impossible to resolve right now 🙃


  • I had a week or two, then a place I’d hoped was at least semi-stable after that. Well, the place I was expecting to be my serious starting-point totally fell through the day before, so since this is week 4 of “a week or two” and my time’s up and I’ve got maybe one hope for somewhere to go I’m getting stressed and scrambly again.

    (Yes, I’m that broken that I can’t turn a month into a life. I actually don’t know how I was supposed to have managed it and no one’s willing to tell me so I’m just kinda lost now. Other than being able to ride a bus. I can get to Knollwood and back. Yay. Got cut off from phone Internet access so not betting I’ll be able to get to or from anywhere else, but that’s kinda my big success dealing with my mental and life issues. Yay me. 🫠)


  • I’m doomed 🙃 But like, seriously. If anycritter wants a broken, janky thirty-something trans critter as a rescue or a pet, am available ö/ Not looking to pollute another comm with my mess so I’ll not post one of my signature walls-of-text this time <.< >.>

    In other news, Sour Strips are pretty tasty. Uhm, I thought I was gonna see a bus fight a night or two ago. Buses here are kinda nice generally but sometimes the driver has to call some people out before there’s a beatdown on the bus :-\ Haven’t had to deal with any smokers on the buses, so that’s nice. Can’t say that about the light rail :| New (to me) city funs 😵‍💫



  • I don’t really mean “my fault” like I’m sorry for what I am, just that I’m out of place here and not fitting into this ridiculous world of hunams (apparently I’m Spathi now so I call them that 😅 ) smoothly, easily. I like to think that I’m not sorry in the least for anything about myself that isn’t a wrong choice I’ve made, and kinda pride myself on that. No one should be sorry for existing but anyone who causes avoidable harm should seek to change. It’s a pretty simple rule that I think serves well as a kind of root, most basic kind of thing for living life: if you’re hurting someone, stop. If you’re not, then do you.

    As for the bus thing, yeah, that’s the idea :3 Partly struggling with my anxiety problems but also just learning how to get around and having a chance to directly see and experience some of the city. Getting some idea of how to get around, how to get to and from places, how to use apps (mostly Google Maps <.<) to guide myself, figure out when and where and how I’m gonna have to wait for buses, how to orient myself and pick and board the right bus (as opposed to the left one, which has the same number but a different letter and goes the other way)… Making the mistakes on the way to/from Taco Bell was most definitely part of the point nodnod I really do not want to have to figure out all’ the basics en route to something important because even little oopses can totally ruin me. Anxiety’s still hellish, though :-\

    Thankies!


  • Okay, the Taco Bell was quite nice. Last one I got food from (an Oklahoman one!) was realbad. … Then I decided to trek around Target. Was pretty comfy for a bit but then it got busy and I got stressed. Bleh! Then I missed a bus. I blame Google. Also I should maybe not have taken a jacket. Lots of walking (including on and across roads, eep!) and heatness and drank a bottle of water but I’m still dried out and bleeeeeh! Now all is stress and frustration and ugh. Some stress involving the critters to talk to about progress toward ‘supporting myself’ or whatever. Also never gonna understand why people think their horrific experiences will make me feel better and not worse :-\ I feel like I don’t fit anything people think I am, in fact I keep feeling like at least some people understand me backwards. Weird and frustrating. Maybe it’s my fault for being an alien 🤷


  • I continue to exist @.@ In apparently one of the trans-safest places evar, which is good. Forward progress looms like doom, threatening to cause me to have some kind of life or something. There are many good critters around here! I’ve touched some of them so I’m pretty sure they’re real too @.@

    Maybe not a significant thing for anycritter else but my brain is a tasty snack so I’m kinda terrified of going anywhere even when I’m not in a totally new place doing it a totally new way <.< Anyway, I’m thinking about doing a tiny lil bus trip just to the nearest Taco Bell tomorrow 😅 Just to help get myself a lil more familiar with the buses and riding them and pathing about the city and going out at all. Big adventure @.@ Tons of fun?