between finnster and tommyinnit I just need rtgame to come out as bisexual and that should pretty much cover most of the "straight" ccs that I actively follow at this point.
The more I think about my appt with my tit surgeon the more I beat myself over the head for not preparing more...
I don't doubt that more fat tissue means hard work for her probably... But when 8t comes to more complications... Isn't every surgery prone to complications? Doesn't it depend form an individual to another? Can't a thin woman have complication risks as well?
I'm pretty sure that any surgery can have complications... Aren't hospital staff supposed to like, know how to treat stuff if complications happen?
I'm still puzzled at how fat phobic to the core this entire shit is... Surgeons better start knowing how to operate fat bodies bc we exists and we can't all lose weight. Sure you can push me away from a surgery like cheats reduction but I imagine the BMi risk for complications is there for other surgeries and yet there has to be fat people who get surgeries, you can't make me believe that no fat people ever are getting surgeries
Happy ‘two years ago, on this day, I came to the realization that my father’s bloodline would die out because me and my sister, his only bio children, are both trans homosexuals who plan on never having biological kids’ day
Coffee in bed this morning, brought to me by my Stede-coded partner. ☕️👩🏽💖👱🏻♂️☕️
Sitting here catching up on y'all's posts, and at the same time fielding texts from my sister.
She took her very white friend to the ER in Austin this morning with presumed gallbladder issues. Staff did intake on the friend without asking for ID or proof of insurance.
Now she's waiting for the friend, and she's watched two Mexican (Texas speak for brown; they could be from Texas, Mexico, Central America) patients come in and be asked for multiple forms of ID, their SSN, and so on, before anyone will even look at them. They sent one of them away and he came back 20 minutes later with ID. 20 minutes.
And I start remembering last night, and the little queer gaming con I went to in support of my partner and his young teen.
While we were registering, an attendee came up to me and said I looked like someone they knew, and what was my name?
I answered with my government name (I'd considered using my stage name on my badge, shoulda done that), and they recoiled. Looked me over for a beat and said, "So you're Israeli?!?!"
(Whoa, my person, that's several long leaps to a wrong conclusion, though I support what I guess is your anti-Zionism.)
Taken aback just long enough to keep my sigh and eyeroll internal, I corrected, "No, my name is Mexican."
And they recoiled again, "You're from Mexico."
"I... yeah. Sure."
I didn't manage to keep the sigh internal that time. No matter. They'd already turned away to my white companions to invite them to play board games with them.
(I saw one other person of color, likely Native, at the con. Two of us out of maybe 40 people in the room. We're in a large city in the Upper Midwest, but this all could have happened anywhere in the US.)
Anyway. These are the things on my mind as I drink my Princess Coffee and read all your comments on @tfemteach's post about Izzy's missing apology, and I just want to say that I love each and every one of you who has also been feeling ill and ill-served about it. Whatever your reasons. I see you and love you.
@scarrletmoon @daria-meoi @naranjapetrificada @jaskierx @cursedgaysuit @tfemteach of course, and many others. 💖
Was joking to a friend the other day about how at this point if you don’t know that Billie Joe is bisexual you either don’t know who he is at all or you’re just biphobic and apparently there was a two-three year period of time where my friend had the standalone information of “Billie Joe is bisexual” and that was the only information they had on him: there is a person named Billie Joe, he is bisexual, and that he is at least vaguely famous.
So yes it’s possible to both not know Billie Joe at all and know he is bisexual and so my joke was completely pointless because I was talking to the one person
I have an ongoing project, but it's 1 2 a.m. and I'm overnighting at a family member's house, again, because I got stomach-flu sick last week, and vomiting has been a massive, life-dominating phobia for 30 years, and it's still fucking rattling my chains.
I'm glad this year is ending soon, because the next catastrophe of the year would probably be to get run over by a truck.
Anyway here's stuff. Some actual non-shipper brain rot.
This is Dad. His mom named him Handsome. But now only his ace-wife-that-he-married-for-tax-reasons calls him that.
He's an out-of-work stunt double (thanks, MSQ), so he performs for fractions of gil on the streets of Ul'dah, and also dances if you ask nicely and pay him extra. His nutkin is named Mr. Nutterbutter.
He's quite appalled because the mammets at her island are Not Very Impressed with his bardic skills:
Scrap. Them. All.
(Btw Ryne gave him that bow made from one of her dresses and if you make fun of it he will kick your ass, and since he's a Thancred stunt double he absolutely knows how to throw a hit. Not well, but well enough to make you sorry.)
it’s soooo funny how many izzy haters on here are like ‘i can excuse killing, torture, and maiming, but i draw the line at homophobia.’ like girl you KNOW that murder is objectively worse than homophobia right?? right???
my friends are doing a presentation for pan visibility week and they asked me to help (because im panromantic) and doing a bit on misconceptions has reawakened shitty memories of seeing battle-axe bisexuals (aka panphobes) online. not having fun right now.