When I was walking my toy dog on leash
And warned you I was afraid of your off leash pit bull with non friendly energy
You would call me a fat old cow
The pandemic seems to be bringing out the worst in a lot of people, from people who are being extra, extra snarky and snapping at everyone, to that guy in Ontario who assaulted the grocery store worker and was shot and killed by the police, to people ridiculing people who they don't believe are taking appropriate precautions (not a helpful approach)... I don't see it getting better anytime soon. I don't know. It's hard to take.
I've dated my bf just over a year. We don't live together but have had conversations about one day joining households. I adopted a kitten on the weekend (too small to take home yet) and he is very pissed I didn't consult him. I had told him early on I wanted a pet, but I suppose for him it was something far off in the future.
We don't live together, he could be gone at some point (whether we break up for this or something else) and he has zero financial obligations to my pet. For me the timing is right. I don't know that I owed him a consult on this? It feels really crappy to be yelled at and accused of being selfish on this.
The mask and my allergies make me cough sometimes. And I feel like I’m choking. I’m in the store and in a line up (nobody was wearing a mask, btw) I cough into my arm and a woman freaks out and says I’m not wearing my mask properly and says how dare you cough like that in public. Calm the fuck down people...
I went out into the world today, for the first time in over a month. It was weird, scary, and exhausting.
A short bus ride, grocery pickup, outdoor park chat with a friend in the rain.
The world is so noisy again and people are acting like things are “back to normal”.
But not for me. Four whole hours out there and I’m exhausted. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go “back to normal”.
I started filming the guy controlling the drone at the park until they got uncomfortable and left.
By virtue of my genes and genitals I'm also a female- depending on the day one may assume me to be "cis gender" a term I frankly despise as it only enforces expectations, stereotypes and judgments on what it is to "look like a woman" (or man etc).
When asked my "sex" on a medical form or something where its reasonable for them to note what body parts I have, without hesitation I circle "F" - but note that the options of "Female or Male" leave out a range on inter-sexed people - folks who's biology does not land in one of these categories- because genetic sex IS NOT A BINARY EITHER!
I've decided these days when possible to leave the"sex" or "gender" boxes blank as in most cases my genitals shouldn't matter nor should how I "present myself".
It's been a long journey for me as a woman to feel ok with my body parts and personality- as a child I was dubbed a TomBoy and struggled a lot with how i felt and the things I liked to do and if I was still a girl because I didn't like many girly things.
It felt wrong just existing most of my life, but I'm done with that. I dont mind "non-binary" because it doesnt tru to describe what I AM, but notes what I'm not.
Kind of like I'm "not straight" re: sexual orientation
I haven’t worn heels since March. It’s fucking awesome! Don’t think I’m going to need them anytime soon (no concerts, no dinners out, no office presence, no clubbing) and donated them. Free at last :)
My boyfriend bought me a vibrator in university. When I was moving out of my apartment after my degree, I wrapped it in a bag with a ton of tape, labelled it "electronics", and put it into one of the boxes. Some of my stuff came home with me to my parents' house, and some went into my grandmother's basement for storage. When I was unpacking, I couldn't find the vibrator, and I've been terrified since 2006 that someone might find it. Over the years I've ransacked my grandmother's basement countless times in fear that she might someday happen upon it, immediately know it was mine, and be completely scandalized.
Since then I have of course come to realize that it's nothing to be ashamed of and that I shouldn't be so mortified about it, but I think I just got so used to worrying about it that it would still keep me awake at night sometimes. It's what I think of every time I hear the term "object permanence". It's been torturing me for so many years...
Cut to yesterday. My sister texts me a photo of a bag wrapped in tape labelled "electronics", which she found when cleaning out the basement at my mom and dad's. She has heard this story before and she knew exactly what it was when she found it. This is the best possible outcome, and last night I slept better than I have in 14 years. I am finally free.
I’m genuinely curious to know what exactly the people screaming about a “Covid conspiracy” believe that conspiracy is? Who stands to gain? Thousands are unemployed and using up government (taxpayer) funds at a dizzying rate. Thousands of businesses are closed and may never reopen. So really, why would anyone deliberately create a false pandemic that’s affecting the entire planet? I’m truly curious about how these people have come to this conclusion.