Losing my shit about this article in which a transphobic Tory was so busy panicking about existing in the vicinity of a Trans that she almost certainly misheard "jeans" as "penis" and decided that not only was this a problem with the other woman, but also that the world must be informed of this pressing danger.
"a trans woman! I had to stand directly behind her....I thought, 'this is going well', I'm handling The Situation fine'..."
translated: I saw a tall woman with broad shoulders. How would I get out of this alive? I thought. she has a PENIS. PENIS PENIS PENIS. through some force of PENIS I mean will I managed to PENIS behave normally towards her. My hands were PENIS PENIS PENIS shaking as I tried to dry them. summoning up all my PENIS courage I said 'dryer's crap innit'. she turned to me and said " yeah I'm just goiPENIS PENIS PENIS"
It's been a week and I'm still shaking. This proves trans women are the problem and I'm not weird. I'm fine. It's fine. If you think about it I'm the hero hePENIS!!!!!
very this
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I WANT MY BNUNNY. BRING MY BOY. BRING HIM.
(He’s a special bnunny made by a company who has a bnunny for lots of disorders and ailments, struggles etc)
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Well everyone, I performed my first ever cetacean ultrasound today!
My “patient” is in excellent health, and this session was meant merely as practice both for me and for her—ensuring she remains comfortable holding still for scans. Because whales and dolphins are too big for manual palpation or x-rays, ultrasound is how veterinarians visualize their internal organs and ensure they remain healthy. Cetaceans in human care routinely receive ultrasound scans to monitor their health, even if they are not ill or pregnant.
And it’s a great example of cooperative care! Unlike dogs and cats, which have to be sedated or manually restrained by humans in order to get diagnostic ultrasound images, cetaceans in human care are trained to float in place while the veterinarian places the ultrasound probe on them. They are free to leave the session at any time. And there’s no need for ultrasound gel, because the water acts in its place!
(Photo not of me… published by Georgia Aquarium when their beluga Whisper was pregnant with her calf Shila)
All in all, a great end to my externship!
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This is my @johnshi-gift-exchange-event Valentine's gift for the lovely @sinimake who asked for some Johnshi taking take of each other after battle✨
I really hope you like it! It's my first time drawing Johnshi properly, so it's a bit rough, but I'll get there! ^^
(version without the bruises below the cut)
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Kitty update:
Raleigh: We have done what diagnostics we can, and the results have been mostly inconclusive, somewhat positive, with only one negative confounding factor. That is a very mixed bag. We know that chemotherapy is likely to be ineffective. The only way to tell if the tumor is truly operable is exploratory surgery and removing anything that looks removable. If the vet answers a couple of follow-up questions positively and it is something we can afford, I would like to give him that chance. I don't love the debt that this will put us in, this is very stressful, but he is also a relatively young cat and otherwise good health. Incidentally, his eyes are doing much better. He is stepping over obstacles he cannot "see" with his whiskers and is jumping around with more confidence.
Dried Pickle Man: Smooch has historically been uncooperative but we changed the type of needle we used and did it in a different way and tonight he responded much more positively to the fluids. He was purring the whole time and didn't appear uncomfortable. If he continues to be cooperative like this, we should be able to get a little more meaningful time out of him provided we can get him to eat enough. It is possible fluids will help with his appetite. I monitor his quality of life extremely closely.
We don't have as much information as we would like about either of them, and that makes it harder to feel like we are choosing the option with the best chances of success. I do think we are doing as well as anyone could. Our veterinary team have been very direct and realistic about all of this, the conversations have not been awkward or uncomfortable. The vets at our home clinic care very, very much for our cats, and we love the vets very much as well. Even in a sad situation, it is a pleasure to work with them.
I cannot overstate my gratitude for everyone's support. I truly cannot. I wish that I had the energy and the ability to fully express to each one of you individually how much your words and material assistance have meant to us. It breaks my heart that I can't. Nothing is overlooked, nothing is unappreciated or taken for granted, everything is received with love, and that love is returned. I could not ask for better people to support us.
Thank you to those who have reached out with sympathy, advice, and pictures of your kitties to amuse and delight. It has made a confusing, frustrating, and very sad situation no less terrible, but much less lonely.
Knowing that my cats' presence on the internet has been meaningful to even a single one of you is something that I am grateful for, too. The idea that my trash tier shitposting about my crew of insufferable bastards has improved anybody's life is incredible to me, and wonderful, and frankly it is also deeply amusing. That I find love and meaning in Dried Pickle Man sneezing into my open mouth (today!) is funny enough on its own, knowing that you find it funny and meaningful when I tell you about it is actively hilarious.
Thank you for going on this absolutely terrible journey with us.
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This is all over the place, I'm sorry. Not my usual type of posting at all. Grammar may not be correct. Need to get my feelings out.
I feel so pent up nowadays. An animal was not meant to be assaulted with bright, artificial lights while obnoxious humans talk and yell and physically brush against it while walking past.
I can never live out the life I desire. I want to be free from here; live in the woods. I wish the humans could see my true form.
I stare at the full moon a lot, and sometimes I even transform a little bit — when I swipe my tongue over my canines, I can feel how they got sharper; I feel my senses highten; at times, I can feel vague feelings of fur, a tail, ears; I want to howl my lungs out; I feel so much more animalistic mentally... But something always stops me from fully getting the chance to change into my truest sense of self.
I wonder if the humans have something to do with this? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe they're keeping me like this by the food I eat?
I don't know. But I know this is not where I belong. Not my body, not my family, and not my life. I can only keep hoping that, one night, I will be able to completely transform.
I'm so sick of everything, pretending to be human, pretending to not be autistic, pretending to be neurotypical in general, 'luring myself in' to not seem 'annoying' — so many aspects of myself that I have to hide. Core parts of me. For weeks on end.
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