Days over, no coming back from that. Time for a long shower, fresh clothes, and go back to bed. Probably not sleep, because I’ll be dealing with embarrassment and flashbacks to graduating high school.
My only comfort still remains that I was not alone that day. Several of us got awful cases of food poisoning.
A week, the fact that I love the Evangelion manga but don’t like the anime(though I do enjoy the movies. I don’t know what it is), and I genuinely have no fucking clue why I kept engaging.
I think we just kinda gave up, in the end. There wasn’t ever really a point, it wasn’t even a “thing is bad” argument, it was “I just don’t really enjoy experiencing thing x way” “here’s why you’re wrong for that”.
Stepfather. Was the only reason I got my chance to get out before things got really bad, my father finally sat my mother down and threatened to take everything to court if he had to, she could stay in the shit if she wanted, but he was getting me out and getting everything we needed to protect ourselves.
Better now, I like to think. Still working through some of the anger left from that time because it was an unhealthy crutch I leaned on. Had to work through a lot of complexes I didn’t realize I had.
And, in a fucked up way, that time gives me pride in who I am. A poly-pan transwoman, everything that would piss him off to see. I can look at myself in the mirror and be proud, because I had to get past the hate for myself he tried to push into me. It’s another push to keep standing, speaking and fighting for myself and those like me, because no one should have to walk that path and wear this armor.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally abused his biological son and me, threatened my mother with a firearm, tried to have his debts pushed onto my mother(including his companies bankruptcy). Blamed a lot of it on his pain medication after he hurt his back(even the shit that happened years before then). He is what led to a large part of my family finally breaking.
Last I saw of him, we was sitting alone in a shitty hotel bar with no one to talk to, unemployed, and living in his late mother’s rotting home. He deserved worse. If there was a hell, it would be a paradise against what he deserves in my eyes.
Being smart about communication. One of the biggest failings I have had with so many managers is the lack of communication. Assistants saying one thing, main manager says another, turns out the two barely spoke about the thing. Changes to the standard not being communicated properly, mistakes getting by until it’s a major issue.
From what I can find, it sold less than half a million copies.
Less than half a million copies on a system that is generally considered a flop itself, market wise.
I’d say it’s become well known, definitely, at least among fans of the horror genre. It deserved better, they had some really creative systems in play. Would be nice to see it made available for modern audiences, wish they could’ve gotten the sequel out, too.
“This here’s an m80, it’s like a quarter-stick of dynamite. Tape four of these bad boys together, it’s like half a stick of dynamite!”
That show deserved better, as did the Clerks comic series. My father was so fucking proud the day he brought home the DVD, and we watched it over and fucking over. “Bear is driving, how can that be?!” lives right up there with “Haha! Cookies on dowels!” in my head.
Hell, I’ve wanted to do the “Is it safe?” bit before when doing overnight/early morning stocking in a store. Sometimes you get that one person who comes in the moment the store opens, and somehow manages to get in the way.
Tell dad about everything going on. Don’t stop telling him. He’s the one who will help you get away from the bad stuff that’s about to start, and keep it from getting worse. Things will still hurt, but not as much. He can help you through the confusion.
And he won’t hate you for feelings you’re already having. He’ll help it make sense, help you find the words you keep looking for.
Invest a decent chunk, find somewhere I can be away from things, set my dad up somewhere nice he can get the medical help he needs without worry.
After that, work on funding pro-womens rights and LGBT+ causes and platforms. Do what I can to help others in a position like mine, where there isn’t really a “safe” place around to let the mask drop away.
I’m working my way to somewhere better, so I take peace in my quiet time, enjoying feeling like myself.
I also try to work rainbows or LGBT+ flag colors when I have free reign to decorate a cake. I have to fight back laughing when someone with a MAGA shirt compliments a cake when all four corners are done up in the Trans colors.
I found a blue dress with suns, moons, and stars about a week after coming out as Androgyne(Androgynous Non-Binary). It has fucking pockets!
It was my first piece of clothing I bought that made me feel right. I almost had a breakdown in the changing room because the way it fit made my body look exactly how I want to all the time.
Sadly, I haven’t had the chance to wear it out much, thanks to living right in a chunk of states who think I have no right to exist.
Abraham Lincoln.
Not for any reasons against the man, or the expectation that I have even half a hope of getting a solid strike in, but I’ve read of the man’s fighting and wrestling experience. They like bringing up his long build as an advantage.
Me and Lincoln are going to fight the proper Orang way. On the deck of a ship in open waters, with a single knife each. We can come to an agreement on victory conditions.
Hey, another person who figured it out thanks to Reddit!
Without the NB community on Reddit, I don’t know if I would have ever really found the right words to describe myself. Stumbling across people who were experiencing the same things made it all click. My feelings finally made sense, and I didn’t feel so confused and alone. I had somewhere I didn’t have to hide everything about myself.
Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny will have me dying every time, stoned or not. Though most likely baked out of my fucking mind, because that’s how it’s meant to be watched.
Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back will always hold a special place to me as one of Kevin Smith’s funniest, but that’s heavily a nostalgic one for me. I remember being one of 8 people in the local theater the day it opened, my dad pulled me out of school to go see it. Even just seeing the DVD menu makes me grin like a loon.
Have to agree there. It’s very newcomer friendly, even without using the bonus Personas the game gives you.
Also want to recommend Dragon Quest 11. While it has plenty of nods to the older titles, you don’t need to know them to enjoy the meat of the game, and it’s as traditional as they come while being a genuinely fun romp.
My high school had a rule about the “difficulty” of books you could read. You weren’t supposed to read too high “above your grade”. I assumed this rule was something with the school library and their Accelerated Reader program.
Nope! Tried to give me ISS because I was reading “Screwjack”, which I brought from home. It wasn’t even in class! I was a fucking junior. A high school junior should be able to handle Hunter S. Thompson.
According to them it was “college level” and therefore I shouldn’t be reading it. My father raised absolute hell in that office. Don’t think they tried enforcing that rule again.
They also tried bitching about girls tops until a group of very pissed off redneck fathers had questions about how they were touching the students to measure the width.
Same day, after the event at the school, thankfully, but I was with several fellow graduates when it happened. There was an extremely popular steakhouse we all went to with our families, and every one of us who ordered the signature steak ended up getting food poisoning, and several of us ended up getting caught very suddenly by it.