Many of us nonbinary people aren't in a position to pick and choose who we live with.
Sometimes the people we depend on (or who depend on us) deny and insult our nonbinary nature. This will wear on your self esteem and happiness.
Your existence may be intertwined with people who hurt you, but their influence need not be any stronger on you than your influence is on them.
You are the exception to their world view, and that power should not be taken lightly.
Ah, LinkedIn. A great place for stories about guys named Brad who made a zillion dollars by living in their car for five years and working like 32 hours a day or some nonsense like that.
writing problems (+)
Welp, my original outline for chapter three is toast. Not only am I off the initial path, I'm out in the woods, and it's dark, and wow how am I fitting that other thing in now. (It's pantsing time...)
It's pretty cool when the characters start pushing you in directions you never intended. Exhilarating, even. But I *would* kinda like to figure out what happens next...
Dying @ this anecdote from Andrew Thaler on birbsite:
“Six years ago today, I walked into the techiest tech-bro bar in San Fransisco, positioned myself obnoxiously into a group of Dudes Wearing Google Glass, and loudly said "Ok Google, Call Mom."
It was magical.
How were you radicalized against pervasive technology?”
Team #DS9 for Life:
tng: welcome aboard the starship enterprise, a luxury cruise ship drifting among the stars. our crew contains notable elements of Diversity and our captain gets pegged by an omniscient being from another dimension. enjoy the soft jazz concerts, shakespeare performances, and infinitely powerful holodecks at your leisure
ds9: hop aboard Station On Fire Trash Can bitch. does our shit work? no. is this a safe place to live? fuck no. senior officers include Space Dad, Lesbian Terrorist, Trans Worm, Goo, Dr. Twink, and Perpetually Confused White Guy. if you want to get dragged into an elaborate crime syndicate, contract a deadly space disease, or get stabbed in a barfight, you’ve come to the right place. also, holosuites are for fucking. yeehaw
She/her or they/them, thirty-something.
Chronically ill salt mine and crackshipper.
Currently rewatching #guardian and sobbing.
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