The worst part is when you try to reach out to others and instead get shut down or turned away. Never again.

I’ve seen them a few times but not in my local grocery. I’ll see if I can get them elsewhere.

I fucking love fruit candy and gummies. Haribo are my go-to gummy, but I’ll get Albanese on occasion. Not gummies really, but also Hi-Chew, Puccho (has the gummy pearls inside), and my favorite of all-time has to be Sour Patch Kids (original, peaches).

I want someone to do that for me. 😩

50 years of age? That’s our sweet 16. 😘

When I stare at people like this, I’m usually in my mind palace, working on a few projects, deciding what I want for dinner, fantasizing about getting bottomed by you, you know, important stuff.

If you only know how silly that sounded. You’re not exempt from this act.

Yes. This version of reality (existence) was designed to be rendered live and on the fly without limitations. Therefore, everything has to be up and running all the time, even when not observed. Even millions of light years away, there’s a rock on a planet that sits there everyday while you do people things. It exists just as much as you do. The universe is the display, the hardware, the coding, and you in the seat, all at once. Now that’s what I call omnipotence. I’m pretty proud of it.

>;3

Word.

I’m not physically abused, but psychologically she tries to boss me around on everything (just like her bitch of a mother) and would rather just let me bedrot all fucking day so I can be adorable when she comes home. Yet our bedroom has become cold except when she wants “dessert” (bj), and that’s maybe once a month. Meanwhile, I want to meet a nice trans girl and explore my new self, but I got a vehement “no”. Join a polycule? Clearly, I’ve smoked way too much.

I’d leave, but financially, I’m destitute. Medically, I’m recovering from a STEMI, already have back problems (3 fucked discs and sciatica), and my college loans are still deep in the red. I’m basically fucked and unfucked at the same time.

Hope you’re doing better than me!

During my name change, I jokingly wanted my name Cassandra because I feel like Cassandra of Troy. My neurodivergent ass always calling bullshit out and seeing through everyone’s game, picking up on subtle patterns that lead to bigger events everyone else is blind to, yet no one believes me or thinks I’m a fucking lunatic. My wife just replies “you’re so cute” when I act like this, but I feel like I’m being talked down to, manipulated, and more importantly, ignored. I once used the word “gaslighting” in an argument and she became hyper defensive, telling me that’s not it. Uh huh.

I’m a trans SAHM, no friends, nowhere to go, my wife keeps me placated with plenty of weed and video games, among other projects for me to do while I bedrot. Some might think this is the dream come true, but I feel like I’m derezzing all the time. So, yeah. Possible PTSD.

Electric Twizzlers mmmm

Unnnhhhhh!

The fact is that not a lot of marriages survive a partner transitioning. My story? Dead bedroom for over six months, among other deep-seated issues. I’m ready to hit the bricks.

This is the relationship I now have with my wife. Stale incense, old sweat, and lies lies lies.

Uechi-Ryu adapts some Chinese styles and forms, including tiger, crane, and dragon. The stance isn’t so wide and favors a more 50-50 weight distribution. My old school when I was a kid was a little different, labeled as “Okinawan karate” and was a little more diverse, including some kung fu, kenpo and tai chi, so I believe it was Uechi-Ryu.

I’m not sure about punching through armor? Something like that has never been discussed as far as I know.