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When life hates you enough to withold even lemons

When life hates you enough to withold even lemons

So I was just looking at my finances for July and they’re not pretty. I have 536, I need a bare minimum of $1080.00 to pay everything. Somehow I don’t think this will work.

If you’ve known me for any amount of time you’ll know that Penny and I have not had the best of luck financially. Some of it being our own stupidity, way too much of it being stupidity on my mother’s and former step-father’s…

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Really, china?

So, as some of you know I host sites for a few friends, at least two who have their own domain names.

Well today I got a lovely email from China, shocking similar to this previous post, except it was for one of those sites. I find it extremely hard to believe that anyone would knowingly be trying to register a similar name in China considering the very nature of the namewould make it of…

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So Just when I was complaining I never have anything to write about…

Thanks to @dantheshive, the writer and artist of El Goonish Shive I now have something to write about.

First a really brief explanation of a key point. Tedd is a male who through the use of a alien transformation gun spends a lot of time as a girl for various reasons.

So, that brings me to what I wanted to write about. If you read the archives (which seriously, I recommend), you’d think Tedd…

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I should really update more

I should really update more

Of course I don’t really have much to say most days. Okay, maybe I do, but how many people want to read about the random stuff I so throughout the day? I pretty much do random Dev work on the server and random web browsing. :\

I really and truly wish that I had a more exciting life but I don’t.  Besides I can’t really post some of the most exciting stuff going on right now. 

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feaqu:

usagi tellin it like it is

feaqu:

usagi tellin it like it is

On the subject of the gender of your readers, I'd be fascinated to know how many trans people are in there. I think being jealous of anyone with access to the tf gun was one of my first realisations of who I am (I identify as bi-gender currently)

danshive:

Setting aside simple statistically probability when discussing a comic of this subject matter being read by thousands of people, I have received correspondence from a number of people who’ve identified as such. It’s not all that uncommon for me to receive e-mails from people who claim EGS helped them realize something about their own sexuality and/or gender. This question makes at least two for this month alone.

I run a mailing list for trans people in my area and EGS is a very popular topic of discussion on it. I know at least 30 of the subscribers including myself read it regularly.

When your plumber is also a constable this is not an unusual sigh t

When your plumber is also a constable this is not an unusual sigh t

laughterkey:

jacksgettingfitter:

This is my nephew. Just in case it escaped your attention, he is dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.Yesterday I was out for lunch with some of my family, including my nephew who I hadn’t seen for a few months. He was very excited to see me and I was him.As soon as we sat in the restaurant, he started pulling out some princess figurines (which he had amusingly named Rihanna and Gaga), and he was explaining to me how beautiful they were. He told me he wished he could be as beautiful as them even though he was a boy.This kind of comment was nothing new for him.After we all started eating, I noticed he was facing away from us. He turned around with a tear rolling down his cheek and refused to say what was wrong. This was very out of character for him. He was usually so attention seeking and theatrical, and incredibly intelligent for his age.After a while he put his head into his arms on the table and started crying a lot more. I leaned into him and asked what was wrong again.He whispered really quietly to me “I don’t want to be weird.”I responded to him saying “Weird? I’m weird. Weird is good, weird is different!”"But I don’t want to be different, it’s wrong," he replied through tear-stained fingers.Angry, I started “Let me tell you what’s wrong. You are five years old and people are already telling you what you should and shouldn’t say. Or what you should and shouldn’t wear. You’re crying because somebody decided what boys are supposed to do and what girls are supposed to do, and nobody should differ from that. Well, let me tell you a little something about normal…It used to be normal to laugh at people because they had different coloured skin. It used to be normal to bully somebody if they were a boy and they loved another boy, or a girl who loved another girl. It used to be normal to pick on someone for being too fat or too skinny. It used to be normal to pick on different, and the worst part is that a lot of that stuff is still going on.Why would you want to be normal, you’re extraordinary! If anybody tells you that you can’t be a beautiful princess, you put on that fucking dress because you are beautiful and you are a little weird, but nobody normal ever made a fucking bit of difference in the world. You wear whatever the hell you want, and like whatever the hell you like, because it’s people like you that are going to make a real, lasting change.
The world needs a lot more weird and a lot less normal.”And he understood exactly what I meant. He lunged in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek before uttering under his breath “What does ‘fucking’ mean?”I love that kid more than I’ve ever loved anything. Don’t make his generation fight our battles. Shaming of every variety needs to end now, we should be celebrating different, not condemning it. Not just for society as it is now, but for society as it will be.How many more tears do we need our children to cry?

“Don’t make his generation fight our battles.”

laughterkey:

jacksgettingfitter:

This is my nephew. Just in case it escaped your attention, he is dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

Yesterday I was out for lunch with some of my family, including my nephew who I hadn’t seen for a few months. He was very excited to see me and I was him.

As soon as we sat in the restaurant, he started pulling out some princess figurines (which he had amusingly named Rihanna and Gaga), and he was explaining to me how beautiful they were. He told me he wished he could be as beautiful as them even though he was a boy.

This kind of comment was nothing new for him.

After we all started eating, I noticed he was facing away from us. He turned around with a tear rolling down his cheek and refused to say what was wrong. This was very out of character for him. He was usually so attention seeking and theatrical, and incredibly intelligent for his age.

After a while he put his head into his arms on the table and started crying a lot more. I leaned into him and asked what was wrong again.

He whispered really quietly to me “I don’t want to be weird.”

I responded to him saying “Weird? I’m weird. Weird is good, weird is different!”

"But I don’t want to be different, it’s wrong," he replied through tear-stained fingers.

Angry, I started “Let me tell you what’s wrong. You are five years old and people are already telling you what you should and shouldn’t say. Or what you should and shouldn’t wear. You’re crying because somebody decided what boys are supposed to do and what girls are supposed to do, and nobody should differ from that. Well, let me tell you a little something about normal…

It used to be normal to laugh at people because they had different coloured skin. It used to be normal to bully somebody if they were a boy and they loved another boy, or a girl who loved another girl. It used to be normal to pick on someone for being too fat or too skinny. It used to be normal to pick on different, and the worst part is that a lot of that stuff is still going on.

Why would you want to be normal, you’re extraordinary! If anybody tells you that you can’t be a beautiful princess, you put on that fucking dress because you are beautiful and you are a little weird, but nobody normal ever made a fucking bit of difference in the world. You wear whatever the hell you want, and like whatever the hell you like, because it’s people like you that are going to make a real, lasting change.


The world needs a lot more weird and a lot less normal.”

And he understood exactly what I meant. He lunged in for a hug and kissed me on the cheek before uttering under his breath “What does ‘fucking’ mean?”

I love that kid more than I’ve ever loved anything. Don’t make his generation fight our battles.

Shaming of every variety needs to end now, we should be celebrating different, not condemning it. Not just for society as it is now, but for society as it will be.
How many more tears do we need our children to cry?

Don’t make his generation fight our battles.”