Ugh, I’m staring right down the barrel here.

I don’t care much for breakfast in general, but veggie sausage is fucking delicious.

It does make me wonder, if these men are so uninterested, why are they bothering me?

doorbell rings

Depends on the size of the dino, but I would likely choose the bear. I am very cautious of birds and I am afraid of them going for my eyes. Ouch! I would hope that if the bear attacked it would be over quickly.

It has been a while since I thought about “lacto” or “ovo” as a descriptor for vegetarians!

I love makeup, perfume, and clothes.

I am usually pretty minimal and focus on just hygiene and skincare, but there are times I like to step it up. I sometimes want beautiful purple sparkly eyelids, a deep red lip, or shiny/shaded cheeks. I like smelling like baked goods, fruits, flowery, or even something strange like petrichor! I like mixing up my clothing style sometimes. I usually look somewhat professional or put together, but I do dip back into slightly edgier looks on occasion. (Not as often as I’d like due to low energy from disability and lack of clothing options.)

It’s fun!

Eyyyy welcome fellow nb.

For blood relations, I was the family member that stood up for myself and didn’t blindly follow expectations, so I was the “bad” one. In order to save face, there was a lot of triangulation between parties to make me seem like an abuser/user and themselves the victim. “Oh, i_dont_want_to is keeping my grandchild away because of a petty argument. They like to weaponize access!” (The real issue was a safety issue they did not want to correct. My dad relapsed and became dangerous. They leave that part out.)

My chosen family consists of people that love me for who I am. Not who they expect me to be. People that respect my boundaries. People that build me up, not tear me down. People that support me, even if I am making decisions they would not make. (As long as I am not hurting anyone!)

I can confirm the post partum one. Though I’m not sure if it was because of increased demands or changes in my brain.

I was raised in a very right wing household. I was a product of my upbringing and environment (hello, rural insular red state life!) but I still questioned a lot of things until I full on swung to being a feminist.

One of the biggest things for me was thinking about how, if I used the framework I was raised to live in, I would never be able to live my life happily. There are too many “no-win” situations.

If a man that is close to you hurts you, it’s still a “you” issue. Did your dad abuse you? You’re broken because of “daddy issues.” Did you turn down a man and he hurt you? Why didn’t you give him a chance? Did you have sex with that man? Slut. Did you not have sex with that man? Bitch. Did you get abused? Why didn’t you leave? Did you try to leave but got hurt or murdered? Why did you miss the red flags? Did you defend yourself when he attacked you and accidentally hurt him? All of his abuse is excused, you’re actually the worse abuser. Did you leave but you had to start over? You should have thought about that and choose a quality man. Are you trying to collect child support from a deadbeat? Why are you such a money grubbing bitch?

The best defense against men encroaching on you is other men, like a brother, father, or husband. Your own words and wishes do not matter until another man says they do.

As I experienced life and thinking about how I was held back despite doing everything right, it just made no sense to continue supporting this system. Men and women can coexist and each get a fair slice. Got to fight, for myself, other women, and women in the future.

I had a man randomly talk to me at the bus stop. (I was suspected it was to pick me up.) He mentioned a daughter and I learned she was my age.

And he still asked me out.

Uh…

My read was that it was about people harassing you, not just striking up a conversation and being polite. If you’re one of the polite ones (not harassing women), I don’t believe the meme is talking about you.

I am very gay, and I have no problems with men talking to me and asking me out. Lots of fellas are nice and will back off respectfully when I turn them down. It does not bother me to learn that someone thinks I am attractive. (It’s because I am, lol.)

However, it happens too often that there are men that are NOT respectful and WILL NOT take no as an answer. (Unless there is another man that has a say.) There are signs that can indicate that men will be like this, but it can be at times hard to tell.

Because of the potential danger, I completely understand why women will treat the situation as a threatening one and try to de-escalate ahead of time.

I wouldn’t find someone that expects me to disrespect boundaries to be suitable dating material. I think you avoided a bad situation there.

I have found the most dating success not in random encounters, but starting from friendships/shared interests anyway.

If you are looking for a relationship, I wish you the best of luck!

Hey, now. Manipulating someone to do work for you and then taking credit for the whole thing is also fucking!

Your left foot is a fan of Bonnie Taylor. This is normal.

This is how I learned Ian Watkins is dead.

Good.

Looks like a book strap, for a person to transport books, like to school. Not used much because backpacks and satchels are much better for this job.

That’s not where you chop a tree if you’re trying to cut it down normally.

No, this man is out for blood.

Tree blood.

I got my tubes tied. (It was a LONG hunt before I found a doc that would do it.) I’m fortunate periods don’t bother me a whole lot, so the risk of vaginal prolapse doesn’t seem worth it at this time. But I may in the future.

They do not typically give local anesthesia for implants (at least IUD) in the US. I hear it is common outside of the US.

I did the whole thing white knuckled. Both insertion and extraction.