Jolene 🏳️‍⚧️

Less morass. More more ass!

In 2024, I really did have a lot of hope that we would see any kind of immune response to *waves hands* all of this. But the saddest thing is the reveal that there really is no limit. It goes beyond one horrible, monstrous man and his endless hunger for exploitation and insult.

I was approached this morning.

NonononoNonononoNononoNO!

Happy Indigenous Peoples Day to those who commemorate.

Everybody's debating the thing and not one person on my timeline is naming who did it this time, so who the fuck did it this time and why are we not all loudly using their name if this is what they did?

I'm getting "ma'am" pretty much by default now and that fucks.

How'd I wind up with two partners, neither of whom will top me? It low key feels like people keep requiring me to be a boy in bed.

Any part of your puzzle game that requires frame-perfect timing is hostile to disabled people.

I turned eight yesterday. Looking forward to developing my fine motor skills, gravitating towards close friends, and losing all my baby teeth.

The entire internet has been nothing but bad news for a decade now.

The title of today's Penny Arcade is a reference to a relevant Yeats quote and that's the most Tycho Brahe shit I've ever seen. And this includes that time I literally saw Tycho Brahe, and let he and his wife into a movie for free.

Okay, AEW. I guess you spent a year-and-a-half slowly and interestingly building the solution to this problem, so, well done. You moved to more appropriate venues, your writing got better, and I can sort of count on the things I see mattering. Well done.

🖊️ Max Payne should have transitioned

When I found out King of the Hill was coming back, my first words were "I really don't want to hear what Mike Judge will have to say about trans people." They did that episode, framed around a hen-turned-rooster. It wasn't perfect, but it was fine.

Record broken. Not just for post-disability miles, but an all-timer at 12 miles. No cane, no scoot. Hurt like hell. But I had my massage therapist with me.

I girl up pretty good.

I already miss Pride.

Every argument about how to regulate speech on the Internet has boiled down to a contention about which kind of powerful guy most deserves to enjoy consolidated agency to meticulously prune the private epistemologies of people who otherwise have no right to exist as anything other than his tools

The wonderful thing about an N95 is nobody at the Costco can tell you're crying.

Trapped under kitties. Don't send help.

I've still got "bomb at a stand-up set" and "kill at a wrestling promo" on my bucket list, and this country wants me pretty fuckin' dead.

I just beat my record for the furthest I've walked since the accident and subsequent surgical repair. Five miles. No cane, no scooter.

There's a kitten at today's client's house, following me around and yowling. Every time I sit down, she comes and falls asleep on me.

Hey, Star Trek fans! My buddy Owen remastered Star Trek Klingon and you can play it free in your browser! Klingonremastered.com

Tgirls be like

RT if $3000 would literally change your life

It's a bath bomb and scented candle kind of night.

I'm watching Serial Experiments Lain. Am I real tgirl yet?

What are these kinds of coats called?

It actually makes a lot of sense how William Shatner turned out when you remember he was a white guy who thought he was the only one who mattered in a 60s progressive powerhouse boldly breaking ground on race and gender.

Using Discord now, like Twitter before it, is like being on the Titanic just after the iceberg struck. You say "so, liferafts?" And everybody replies "nah. The ship is fine." And when the time comes, nobody's going to tolerate your I-told-you-so.

I have spent and am currently spending my holidays with friends and loved ones and found family and I've never been happier in my life and I just keep waiting for something to go wrong and it just doesn't.

Am gorl.

FFS was rough. Recovery has been rougher. But both my nose splint and Max, my bloodbag, come out today. In real clothes for the first time in a week.

I just wanna' hear Peter Faulk tell me while I'm sick in bed, "America does not succumb to fascism at this time."