Neurodivergent queer living in the deep south. My anxiety disorder is slowly graduating into paranoia. I don’t know how long I can keep going, but I’m thankful I’ve got a solid group of friends in my community to help me stay in the fight. The police have started setting up the occasional night time checkpoint in the north section of town, just to make sure people are “behaving.” Given the 95+% white majority and the local history, that’s straight up sundown town shit.

More a hyperfixation album, but Blue Planet Corporation’s Blue Planet has been seeing regular usage on my end lately.

I get at minimum 10-20 scam calls a day. How I wish I were you.

Ayy right on, I’ve recently come out as agender about a month ago! Still exploring that and learning heaps about myself but man.

Only German?

If ya want a whole album of 'em, Flying Microtonal Banana by King Gizzard is a fantastic album to check out.

Reminds me of Richard Davis, fella who came up with one of, if not the first Kevlar bulletproof vest. Initial tests were great since Kevlar has five times more tensile strength than steel, but to put his money where his mouth was the crazy bastard shot himself point blank to prove a point.

Welp, guess it’s a good thing I’m asexual then, that’s been my go-to drink sweetener for years.

“slavjank”

What is the time, CV-11?

That one episode where Stimpy births out a fart and has to raise it comes to mind.

Please explain to me how “training my hearing” will change the fact that my broken-ass brain fucking struggles to process spoken language. Subtitles are an accessibility thing, not a luxury thing done for shits and giggles.

Also remember that there are people on this planet who are legitimately hard of hearing.

Not deaf, but I’ve got an auditory processing disorder. If subtitles don’t exactly match what I’m hearing I can’t understand shit. It’s like listening to two conflicting conversations at the same time.

Get a buncha pals together, it’s a classic for bad movie nights!

Help me get citizenship and I’ll get you another signature, plus the anal this fella doesn’t do.

When ya put it like that, it makes capitalism sound kinda like Roko’s Basilisk.

God damn terrified and suicidal, thankful I’ve got good friends to ground me.

Funny, they always have these weird recordings from a deranged Australian.

How is this a history meme?

Kaio-what?

Honestly with my social anxiety, self checkout works perfectly for me. I feel a hard to describe tension when being rung up by most folks that I don’t feel when ringing myself up, and if I’m just popping in for a few things I’d rather not stress myself out more than I need to.