4) From What I've Learned From All The Queer Spaces I've Been In, The Boxes Dont Actually Exist And The

I climbed a tree today.

The trunk of the tree was almost horizontal, so it was hardly climbing. More like just carefully walking up the trunk. It was still scarier than a lot of other tree climbs I have done, since it was snowy and quite slippery.

I still got some decent height out of that tree, as the splitting tree trunk formed some sort of staircase upwards. A really slippy staircase but a staircase none the less.

At a height of a whole 2,5 meters, the view was really nothing of note. I was in the middle of a town centre of sorts, so the view was exactly as grand as on the ground, except I had a bunch of branches in my hair.

like a 5,5/10, It was fun enough but I wouldn't want to spend time up there.

Move to the Ivory Coast, start a cocoa farmers' union, help them fight for better workers' rights and better pay. This raises the price of your chocolate cereals, making them harder to get.

For an increased effect, repeat in Ghana.

Hey does anyone have suggestions on how do I make myself stop eating my own weight's worth of chocolate cereal every single day. Entertaining both good and bad ideas. Not having it in the house is not an option. Rendering the cereal inedible or unpalatable in any way is not an option.

Imagine a world where, if you deadname someone, you legally have to change your own name to that name.

Possibly a better world than our own...

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

And to this day I still read it as I shit the gay, and it takes conscious effort to think of it as anything else

Before I knew what istg actually meant, I tried to decipher it by using the first words that I came up with that fit the thing.

What I came up with:

I shit the gay

I thought about something nice to post earlier but i forgog

When asked, im an atheist, but it feels so weird and vain to explain my worldview through wether I believe in deities or not when the possible existense of deities does not even cross my mind when I consider my belief system.

There's something about atheism that I've repeatedly tried and failed to put into words on several posts on this blog but I think I finally got it.

Atheists are the only religious minority who, even (or sometimes even *especially*) in ostensibly progressive spaces are not allowed to ever act like they're sure of their beliefs.

Oikeesti rakastan suomenkielistä musiikkia! Noista sun mainistemista kuuntelen ite oikeestaan vaan cmx:ää (Vallat ja väet, Kain, Olet tässä yms. on niiiin hyviä), toki tiedän suurimman osan enemmän tai vähemmän. Omiin kuunteluihin kuuluu kans Happoradio, Apulanta, Haloo Helsinki, Tehosekoitin, Itä-Hollola Installaatio, Uniklubi, Ursus Factory, 51 Koodia, ja hyväl tuuril kans pari jotka unohtu. Kiinnitän kans paljon huomioo biisien sanoihin, ne on aik kivoi (ja oon monesti myös harmittunut kun (hyviä) sanoja ei löydy netistä).

Kaipaan ihmisiä jotka nauttii suomenkielisestä musiikista. anssi kela, cmx, pmmp, lasten haustausmaa, zen cafe, puhelinseksi, salaliitto, musta valo, ultra bra, maija vilkkumaa, teini-pää. mitä näitä nyt on. tunnettuja ja vähemmän tunnettuja. mulla ei oo koskaan oikeen ollu kavereita jotka ois jakanu mun musiikkimaun, ja vaikka oiski sietäny tai jopa tykänny niin ei varmaan samalla tasolla. ite aina obsessioin biisien sanotuksia, ja harmittaa kovasti jos niitä ei löydy netistä.

suomenkielinen musiikki on parasta musiikkia.

why the hell did I suddenly gain autism hypersensitivity to all of the fabrics in my clothes????

Like yesterday I was wearing a shirt I've had for around 2 years now, never had a problem with it, in fact its been one of my comfiest shirts until now, but suddenly (in a span of like a day or so) it just became so uncomfortable and I became aware every single point it was touching in my body, and I had to take it off completely (I'm currently rotting in my home so no big deal) but that has never happened to me with any other shirt before.

I'm now wearing my current comfiest shirt #1 and even with this im somewhat feeling everything, not as bad as with the other shirt though.

Ok but the Mandela effect is like so fake. There is one actual example of this with Nelson Mandela himself and the rest are americans remembering brand names wrong.

wtf I just opened my blog on a laptop to look at reblog trees and it looks fucking horrible, I made this to look nice on my phone on dark mode but I'm sincerely sorry for what your eyes have to see if you stumbled here on a computer.