How on brand.
"I get you, no invasion. Absolutely. You've been clear. But how about.. Just special forces? Just the tip of the spear? Just a little? Like maybe just a few boots on the ground, just for like a minute. It doesn't even count. What could go wrong?"
Its a great top, I like the style, you're obviously aware of how flattering it is on you and my brain finally went "keyhole! It's a keyhole top! That's the word to search for!"
Because the bar is in Hell, and to too many men that is a Limbo challenge.
Wrong day, wrong woman, fuck that dude.
Where the heck do you shop? Also, I clearly need to up my game.
I am finally happy, authentic, content and joyful in life. But before that, I spent half my life hurting and suffering.
I don't want another kid to have to go through what I did. I want everyone to have the chance to be authentic and real.
I was a trans kid. But because I didn't have access to information, because what I could access was the delusional lies of folks like Blanchard, because of the deliberate choice by psychologists to exclude 99% of trans folks from treatment for the comfort of cis people, I just suffered until 47.
Look, at some point it's gonna become obvious we're both trying to throw the fight.
At that point, I'm thinking - - team-up? Back to back, waiting for betrayal but getting a surprise block as the other truly protects your back?
Important question - - when standing over the foe you knocked on her ass, sword out of reach and a great deal of leg showing from the cuts in her skirt...
Do you take the tip of your sword to lift her chin, before you explain the consequences of her defeat?
I love that top!
Why are there *so many* NSFW sex comics that just, well, *aren't* NSFW? And why is it always The World's Saddest Person becoming Someone Happy?
It's Plausible Deniability, this week on Stained Glass Woman, featuring the art of @grumpy-tg.bsky.social!
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Livers legit regenerate. Restore lost mass and all.
They're pretty cool. :)
I know how that feels. :) I never thought stuff like that could recharge me, not drain me.
Glad you had a good time. Meeting a new group like that can be... Daunting.
Dear God, nothing humbles you like looking at your makeup under harsh bathroom lighting.
I've gotten several scammers start with that, but never anyone serious.
Also, and most importantly, EWWWWW
Having grown up and lived my entire life in Texas until recently, I've never experienced sleet before.
My car was cocooned in ice. Could have done without that.
I wrote up my thoughts on the OU/Mel Curth saga into a semi-coherent #highered essay out of an old thread of posts here. Credit goes to @cantb.bsky.social for developing the model of the institutional trap, which is at play here and cost a young woman her job & privacy. miamurphy.com/2026/03/01/b...
“Of course,” Astrid says with great professionalism. “There are many wonderful women-loving-women stories to choose from. Do you have any other parameters for me to narrow the search for you? Do you like stories set on the high sea? In the Old West? Or maybe with a speculative element, you know, like—” “Like in Barbarella?” Gus Anderson’s eyes light up. Astrid has only the vaguest impression of a young Jane Fonda in a skimpy outfit on the Barbarella movie poster, an image that serves the male gaze as its raison d’être. “Comparable titles in the sense that these stories are also set in the future, or in space, or sometimes both,” she says firmly. “Would you like some recommendations?” “Absolutely.” The old man sounds giddy. “Bring them on.” Astrid writes down This Is How You End the Time War and Gideon the Ninth for him, and then personally takes him to the stacks to retrieve The Stars Are Legion, by Kameron Hurley. “There isn’t a single man in this book. Everybody on this planet is a woman.” “Oh, my!” Gus Anderson, his head probably brimming with images of thousands of chicks making out with one another for his delectation, checks out the book and leaves happily.
A fan messaged me about this passage from Sherry Thomas's book, "The Librarians," in which a librarian has an annoying older male patron ask her for some woman-on-woman sf😂
I need to learn how to dance.
So far I've not run out of them. They're fucking hell to process, generally come at the worst times, but overall seem to slowly lead to better places.
Or at least give the potential to do so.
My brain should have come with a user manual and detailed technical specs.
The bathroom graffiti has scrawled wishes to smash a certain base player, and to smash the patriarchy.
That's not unusual for this town. I think we moved to the right place. :)
Also the music was good. Sax player was on fire.
The dive bar I was at last night is known for local live music. They're not a gay bar, it's not a well known fixture in the queer community - - it's just a bar that is built around live music, including a lot of blues and country music.
They have a giant pride progress flag on the wall.
You're gorgeous. :)
"Being yourself as hard as possible, encouraging others to do the same, and just being a chill person" is a lot rarer than it should be. I like that it's being highlighted.
Thanks! This band is absolutely on fire tonight. And their sax player has an unfair level of charisma to add to some serious skill.
I know exactly how hard it is to sound like that and he's doing it effortlessly.
I am currently sitting in a dive bar, with live blues music about to play. My eye game is on point, my outfit is perfect, and I look hot as hell.
And I am happy and comfortable in my own skin and feeling alive and it is glorious.
Happy birthday to you! :)
Holds up
No, I'll have to look them up. I know some people have some quite sophisticated - - clearly designed with love and passion - - setups (from technique to technology) to mess with scammers, but I've never looked in depth. Just applauded their hobby.
