community-driven “big brother” dynamic

Yes. Kinda preaching to the choir here tbh.

I’ve heard that referred to as the Jewish torch many times in my life (thankfully none recently).

I’m in hella pain due to a wart treatment I got. It’s really big and on the bottom of my big toe, so I have to limp around to walk. The only physical sensation I can feel is the burning blister. It feels like my toe will pop like a balloon. I’m lucky I’m not doing anything today.

Where can I find this someone

Like the writing equivalent of kirkifying for anonymity.

Tankies love dick taters so much they’ll even upbear scrotum spuds.

What about the jank as hell fishing from Of Ash and Steel?

Facts. The worst part about the internet is how those (the booj and their intelligence agencies) who control centralized platforms can use it for ideological manipulation. MK Ultra as a service.

Yet more evidence that Italians are the evil universe version of Mexicans.

It truly is fire. Especially a fig jam spread.

Shit, I haven’t even socially transitioned yet and nobody already takes me seriously.

Thank you. I had ordered not long before your comment, but I just double checked and accidentally selected total Estrogen instead of E2. Going through customer support now.

I’m in all of these and I don’t like it.

I may look into a more local org then. There’s a base building org in the city near me. I’d have to commute to the city to do anything with them, and my labor aristocratic background might make it hard for me to fit in, but I’m already deep in autistic burnout and only just now dealing with my egg cracking. I fear the extra stress would break me before any the skills or connections have a chance to stick.

Are there any better orgs to join? I want to start organizing and, even with pervasive SA and issues with the NDC years after what Eugene did to Marissa, they still seem like the best option by a long shot for libs like me with virtually no organizing experience or connections.

I will lib out with or without a pass. Become ungovernable.

Thank you. I’m crying reading this. Admitting to myself that I’m trans has been the only thing that’s given me even a tiny amount of faith in a future for myself.

I lost so much of my ability to want things. I’m not even sure what I want to do in my time on this Earth because the brainworms have eaten seemingly all of my ability to ever feel good or love people.

I’m in my early thirties and still live with my parents and even though they’re not transphobes, I’m still terrified of doing anything to make myself look noticeably more femme. I’m just so used to preemptively complying with what others expect out of me.

I did a silly yesterday. I caved to peer pressure and voted blue no matter who. I was already regretting it hours after doing so.