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deedala · 8 months ago

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✨WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY✨

thanks to @jrooc for the game this week and for tagging me + @creepkinginc @energievie @lingy910y @suzy-queued 💖

Hello beautiful kittens! 🐈‍⬛ Today’s tag game is about our wonderful fandom 😍

How did you get into the fandom?

after falling deep into the shameless hellspiral i took to tumblr (as is my usual) to find gifs and memes and everything was so good and everyone was so wonderful i couldnt help but wedge my way into the community lmao

How long have you been here?

i started lurking september of 2022 and my first shameless post was in october of 2022 🥰

What’s the first fandom channel you found? (Youtube, Reddit, Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, FB, other?)

yeah tumblr i guess! my first instinct is always to search tumblr tags for a new thing i like 😌

what’s your favourite now?

tumblr and discord equally, theyre both non-negotiable

Which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

@michellemisfit my beloved <3 ran into her in the @shamelesscreatorsnetwork discord (the first discord link i found) and we started talking and never shutted the fuck up ever again even until today lmao 🥰

Which tumblerino’s did you have your first fandom crush(es) on and want to get to know?

okay so since the first thing i seek out on a new interest is GIFS (and also shameless + text posts that shit absolutely sends me), the first people i followed and was so drawn to their immaculate vibes and gorgeous work were @gardenerian @heymacy and @sickness-health-all-that-shit biting you biting you biting you!!! 💖💖💖

First Gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)

so michelle had me read redheaded step-children and it was so gorgeous and wonderful i was completely knocked on my ass by that one <3

and then i got the itch to read an AU and started with intro to quantum dating by @spoonfulstar and unless you're new here you are surely aware of how much i love that one 😂

First Fan art that blew your mind?

i feel awful because i really cannot remember (crine) but pretty sure it was probably some gorgeous intricate @steorie painting

Fanfic trope that you were sure wasn’t for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

SPORTS AU - and now ive fully fucking lost my mind (@heymacy @too-schoolforcool know how deep it runs and i cannot even talk about it or i will throw up lmao)

What surprised you most about this fandom?

since my last significant foray into a fandom community was a pretty big fandom, there were looots of people who were just out for fucking blood. this community here on tumblr for shameless is a goddamn pillowfort, the vast majority of people are so sweet and supportive and happy to mind their own business it's such a fuckin breath of fresh air.

Moment in the show (or YT vids if you’re one of those) that you fell in hyperfixation with Gallavich?

i dont know if i can pinpoint just one moment? but probably one of the big moments early on since thats what would have kept me ravenous to keep consuming more lol

Ian or Mickey?

the fuck??? AAAAHHHHHHHHH uuhhhhh uuhmmmm omg. fuck. uh... okay...just... Mickey? no... Ian? uuhhhhmmm what was the question?

Which Gallagher or Milkovich are you?

im gonna go with Debbie here <3

and now to tag some more folks in (in addition to everyone tagged above!!) if you want to play! if not, consider this me sending you cleansing brainwaves 🧠

@darlingian @heymrspatel @crossmydna @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy @wehangout @metalheadmickey @gallawitchxx @thepupperino @blue-disco-lights @the-rat-wins @loftec @mickeysgaymom @rereadanon @callivich @lee-ow @palepinkgoat @gallapiech @transmickey @iansw0rld @captainjowl @howlinchickhowl @vintagelacerosette @sam-loves-seb @burninface @spookygingerr @mikhailoisbaby @themarchg1rl @whatwouldmickeydo @sleepyheadgallavich @sleepyfacetoughguy @samantitheos

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#tag game #weekly tag wednesday

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bakestpotato · 7 months ago

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You know? I know it's all on me.

I broke my own heart loving you.

I've loved you for 12 years. Never have I stopped. You are The only person I've ever fallen in love with.

I was unable to fall in love with anyone else.

It may have seemed like I didn't choose you back then. I was protecting my relationship at the time. I was protecting myself. I was so damn scared to get hurt again by you. I was terrified of you changing your mind about me and getting up and leaving. So I guess I decided to get up and leave myself.

I should have taken a leap of faith and chose you back then. I'm sorry that I didn't. My words don't mean much when I say I'm so sorry and wish I can go back and change my decision.

I've tried to forget about you. I really did. It was so hard. But I never forgotten. There was always little things here and there that reminds me of you. Places that we been to together. Stuff that I watched that you recommended to me back then. Little phrases you used to say that became part of my current vocabulary.

So I never forgotten about you. I just tried to move on.

I thought I moved on. You saw that I got married. I was happy, you know? Happy with my little lie. Thinking everything was fine and peachy when it actually wasn't. I was oblivious to all the red flags. Or maybe I chose to ignore them. I wanted to make it work. I wanted it to work at the time.

But I'm over trying to defend him and trying to protect his feelings. When I feel so damn insignificant, when I feel like I'm never good enough.

All this did drive me to get curious about you. I've tried multiple times to seek you out. I really did. Even before I got married. I couldn't find you. I remember parts of your phone number but never figured it out. For the life of me I did not remember blocking you on snapchat, when I read your fb messages and saw your snapchat name I've tried looking you up to try and find you, little did I know that the reason why I couldnt find you was because I had you blocked. I didn't remember your tumblr until I found something on my phone that showed your page name. I found it and stared at your page. For a long time, I would just go back to your page, but I never had any courage to follow you. Cause I didn't want you to get a notification. Up until I said fuck it and followed you anyway.

Opening that door though. If I had known it would end like this. I would have preferred it to keep it closed.

But the realization of me being so damn in love with you has got me in a spiral.

I want it to be you. I want you to give us a chance.

I want to know though, is it over between us? For good? If that's what you want. You have to tell me.

Otherwise. I think I will forever wait for you.

@celestial-minded.

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handwritten-yo-blog · 6 years ago

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day 1. “never stick too close to your dreams”

I feel amazing. top of the world.

I've got that "new start" feeling you get when you go on the first date with a girl that you'll likely think of for the rest of your life.

I am sweaty, I am smiley, I am stoked.

All I've ever wanted since breaking up my high school band in 2009 when we all moved away, was to get sweaty and excited and sound good playing loud. I've stuggled. I had a project in uni that was a lot of fun but only played a handful of gigs (though we did record a release I am very proud of). After that I spent years holding back my dreams while playing accordion in a bluegrass band. A few years ago I started getting the desire to get loud again and about a month in to me putting serious thoughts to writing punk songs, they kicked me out. Great timing really.

I worked a summer for my father at the Star Track courier company, driving around cranking bands like Foley and Camp Cope on the stereo and writing songs in my phone down the highway as i delivered 4wd light bars to rural farms. I moved down to melbourne with big dreams of finding great musicians to start a band with, and two years later now and that dream was never realised.

I met a double bass player who played for a friends band and had him record on a couple of my EPs, and I continued gigging with my fiddle player hannah. After taking my friends band "this is a robbery" on tour, I began jamming with his rythym section, two brothers from Taroona in Hobart. It sounded good, so I moved down to hobart. It wasn't my dream of being a band in melb, but it was only a one a bit hour flight from being that dream.

We tried to jam every week but only jammed about once a month. It was okay, but it wasn't great. The rehearsals were often marred by hangovers or the bass players dog running off in to the bush and the search for it taking up all our rehearsal space time. We learnt a small handful of songs and played a few shows that were always energetic and amazing, but never tight and impressive. I constantly made plans in my note book along the lines of "we'll rehearse all through january and I'll book studio time for march" that would then be overwritten with "we'll rehearse all through july and record in august" and after two years of that and the drummer joining a band that more suited his style, I gave up propositioning them for rehearsals. that brings us to now. I got back from Hobart a week ago and brought my hobart friend Ella up with me to cruise around Melbourne going on dates and seeing a perth friend of ours who was here. On the last day of Ella's week up here I took her to do my favourite thing- aimlessly walk through suburbs noticing things about the space and once your legs give up, jump on public transport back home. We walked from footscray to williamstown and were having a blast, in the highest of spirits after putting up a fake "toilet" sign on a wooden door we found near the peir that was definitely not a toilet. the perfect prank.

We were sat down at a swanky joint on the coast, having just ordered expensive pizza and cocktails having thought we were getting a good deal seeing the happy hour sign that was left out even though it was not a weekday (and hence not a happy hour). I checked my phone and was excited to see that some people I half-know had tagged drummers that they half-knew on the FB post I had made earlier in the day that read "Melb drummers, get at me". Really it was half meant in jest, as every one knows that its impossible to find a drummer in melbourne who isnt already in eleven other better bands. I'd made this post many times before and always found diddly squat luck. I didn't expect to this time and the first comment I got was "this is a tough one hey, best of luck". I and the two other people who liked that comment knew it to be true and couldnt agree more.

Little did I know I would find some success. SIx years ago I was in Lismore, studying music at lismore southern cross university and dating a girl who I was utterly infatuated with. We'd go to every little community event, market, gig or talk we could and found ourselves at the unibar gig of a brisbane band called The Clues. We were the only people there who stood near the stage, enjoyed it and had a boogie. After a brief chat with the memebers we said seeya. I went to a another gig of theirs a few weeks later in Byron bay and drunkenly talked further with them. Lovely guys. Cool band. they broke up not too long afterwards, but I drunkenly added on FB the guitarist who I found particularly pleasant to talk to.

Not having spoken to the guitarist since really, he commented on my post, tagging his Brisbane mate who moved to melb a few years ago. I just so happened to have met this mate of his at a Purplene reunion show a couple years back when I first arrived in Melbourne and went to the show alone. He and I drunkenly sang words towards each others faces and bonded over how wonderful it was that Purplene broke their 20 year hiatus to return for a one-off show at the old bar. We added each other on facebook, briefly noted that we shared a mutual friend in the clues guitarist and left it at that. The drummer tagged, Ty, hit me up to send him some demos and I did. it was an ever such succinct chat.

-hey dude, chuck me your tunes.

then

-they sound good dude, wanna come round tomorrow night to try them.

then

-sweet as, heres my address, see you at six thirty.

I read these messages while eating the tastiest vegetarian (half side cheese) pizza and downing a marzapan flavoured cocktail called the GodFather. I was pretty excited about this and remained excited for the next 24hrs. The day passed both quick and slow and I drove myself in the rain with my useless old wiper blades from footscray to Brunswick east. I arrived half an hour early and was busting to piss. I wandered around in the rain looking for an alleyway to use, got quite wet, found a spot and was glad to have had a way to pass the half hour that wasn't just sitting in the car excitedly nervous.

I knocked on the door, met Ty's lovely partner Jazzy and the small old blind dog. The rehearsal room was warm and I was offered a list of drinks "would you like a beer? a wine? a tea? a coffee? we've got juice, you could have a cordial" and I said I'd love a beer. I was then given a list of all the different beers they had and told I could ask for whatever I wanted. I wasn't sure what to say and I said I was happy with anything. Jazzy came out holding an armful of different beers against her and I was delighted to see a stubbie of Tooheys Old. I delightfully picked that one and both Jazzy and Ty agreed that it was a very good choice.

We got straight to rehearsing and it was the most instantanous and impressive song learning I had ever been a part of. Really wonderful accents and fills in all the right places. I had a really good time and we worked through all of two new songs that I have written. I'm commented on how easy and profficient the songs were coming along and Ty replied "yeah, I'm old hat at doing this". I sweated through my shirt, bopping on my toes as i lost my voice and gave Ty the eyes whenever the tricky to remember little-fill was about to come up. We worked through the outro of the last song and then went out the back for Ty to have a smoke. We talked about Steven the Magpie that he raised from baby and now lives in the park next door and comes over each morning at ty's whistle. We talked about possums and how the cats and dogs he owned were too old to have any luck hunting them. He showed me the massive old rear-projection TV in the back garage that he found on curbside, and then we scheduled another rehearsal for next week and I set off home, listening to the recordings we had made on my phone.

I told Ty that I was keen to record these songs as soon as we got them tight and he is keen as well. About a month ago at a Hard Aches show, Ben David said he was interested in hearing my new songs and would be interested in helping me get them recorded. Awfully kind of him and I hope to take him up on that offer in the future. He's quite a busy person though and I am very impatient with my need to get these new songs out, so I will be looking into all posibilities of studios to get these songs recorded. I'm excited to begin rehearsing with my double-bass player Matt and have the full band release I've always dreamt about. Just gotta keep at the songwriting slog hoping good ones happen, and continue rehearsing with Hannah, Matt and Ty.

I'm going to try to keep a journal here of the progress. I may also make it a zine. "Handwritten" is a possible name for the band, due to my affinity for handwritten journal keeping, letter writing and list making. I wanted this here post to be hand written and scanned, but i have other things to do tonight and was worried I wouldn't get this all out in time before if escaped my memory like everything does so quickly these days.

This will be an interesting trip, as i think the musicians journey is often kept secret to create hype and suspense and make it look effortless. Its not effortless and it takes up so much of me trying to make this happen. Join me to see whether we find any success this time or I fail gloriously in public view of this blogs readers.

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aquariterrible · 8 years ago

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When u get Old. Lol anyway my 25th birthday was very pokémon. And nice and quiet which i like. Spent it with my nana and cousin and her lil tater tot (though i wish i could have had my siblings there too. We saved them cake) [Obligatory reminder here: im 25 and very much an adult so if it makes you uncomfortable to follow me or i make you uncomfortable because i follow you you can unfollow/ask me to unfollow with no hard feelings. ]

#appropriate #im such a shit i preemtively made it so nobody could post on my wall on fb #i have a weird with my birthday because of anxiety and the level of Out i am with family #so it stresses me and it was so nice to hust hang out with my nana and cousins #n my nana was so sweet she couldnt find an card she liked so she found one with a really mature simple design #and scribbled out whatever it was and wrote 'grandchild' and im like awwwh nana #big step for her and it meant a lot to me #anyway this is a post 2 show off my pokemo dvds bc im a huge dork #now i just have to save up to get orange islands and the first 3 movies on dvd cause nobody could find them #(i know where 2 find them. but its like 60 bucks combined so far and might be higher bc the rerelease of the 3 movies was limited here)#(and im a broke asshole who wastes my money on junk like 24/7)#birthdays----------#birthday----------

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unproduciblesmackdown · 6 years ago

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i found this when sifting thru my mh tag, from eons ago when the s2 dvd was coming out and there was the tradition of releasing the cover in tiny scrambled pieces

obviously i dropped everything to put this together using ms paint and my laptops trackpad, which was a hindrance

but this was the first unscrambled version to be posted online as far as i know; i posted it here first and then posted it on unfiction, which is why it matters i got done first. unfiction was Bitches who were only good for crowdsourcing tta solutions. the theorizing was pretty crap and there was always gonna be fifty geniuses talking about “filler” in any entry in which TO didnt strangle a named character. and you couldnt tell them anything either. you’d find a thread where someone was like “hmm why’s this entry delayed” and go “because of this issue thats been mentioned on fb” and the rest of the thread will be “hmm why’s this entry delayed” “guess we’ll have to speculate w no info”

aka i think unfiction had all the straight mh fans. waste of time but took themselves real seriously. so i made sure to be the first person to post this cover On There. someone who followed up w their version abt 20 min later got the “good job [20 min late user] and others” acknowledgement. thats Unf for you. but they had to Know i was first. losers

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timjohns3rd · 3 years ago

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My life

I am posting this here...just to get it out... not sure if I will show anyone especially Nikki cause I dont want her to think I am influencing things with her too..I just want her to see what I can do with my life and making things for the better... I know you said you thought I started grasping when you started talking to Katie..wasnt the thought...I kept all year...but Branson put me in a good frame of mind... hence why I was more like before..

I know I havent helped out like I should have and know how to...depression and the struggle just kept beating at me...especially when I was actively looking and going out trying to work... only to be knocked down where life kept saying “hold my drink” I hate my fears... I have tried to face different ones to be told they are staying...like with you...to a point..I fought to stay with Shannon...even when I wasnt happy...because also how I was raised...but that...along with my mom passing brought out the depression bad...then Tessa came in my life...and we got together...she helped me get stuff to file for divorce...was my best friend... and got engaged...things seemed good then bam she left...with not even a clue or sign...for the guy she is with now..and I was at the top of my game before she left...and hit hard low..... then family came in to help...my sister and her kids...then we know what happened with that...again when I move out then bam...no replies to messages..etc...then more alone..at this time shannon and her family helped (being nicer now than when I was a part of it)... I stayed alone...some with hope of Tessa or others..but most of the time...because of my fear...then I started talking to Samantha...I met her in a FB group...I went into this different but went in strong some...we had the 2 dates...I started getting close to her daughter on the second one... then bam....was told I reminded her of her father (keep in mind...we were close in age some)...only to see she got with someone that looked alot older..cause I was a gentleman...how I was raised...so her ...along with Tessa...made me feel like I shouldnt be myself either...some people like Nick...Karen...Ruby always tried to make me be myself more or feel better being myself...so I worked hard on being myself..starting to collect again (which the storage incident made me fear that...but trying to be myself and be happy)...I was building my life...etc... got on my feet more...got the car, etc...but at the risk of my mental and physical health...because a friend that I owed alot to...used me and abused me..at least mentally... then Stephanie happened...met her at the bar..etc..at first she was shy and everything..but had a wild side I soon found out...but private as well...didnt want me to post stuff on FB, etc..or change status...etc... her excuse was to make sure a person who had feelings for her didnt get hurt but kept making me feel ok...but bad about when I had issues not finishing..etc..she left for a week cause she needed time away...according to her..stress from work..etc...she kept in touch..etc...and kinda hinted that the girl there she would play with maybe...while we did the stuff before...only with agreements..etc...I trusted her...but decided to snoop...and found out she was doing more than that...etc..and I felt betrayed but at the same time being made to feel bad..like going on the cruise with friends.. I was done trying...and wasnt looking THEN...I found you... we had a mutual friend (or 20)...alot of common interests...etc... a heart of gold...beautiful smile...a strong ass sex drive...a family ... but it scared me..as you had everything I wanted...but I was scared like what are you going to do to leave me...I snooped as did you...and I never found anything wrong...you stood by me when I was at my lowest...and it made me scared...I got close to your kids...and it made me scared... one of the reasons (and the only reason) I kept saying “if anything happens to us”... because I expected it (tho stopped after awhile)...when you was pushing away (which I dont blame you)... I got more scared... when I went out and tried to work or look for others...and failed at that then.. It made me more scared... when I couldnt perform I was afraid...when I lost interest in anything sexual..it fucked things up.... plus the other side of that is i never wanted you to think I was using you for sex...or other things.... I sat up at times wondering when the shoe was going to drop...because you were so good..but yet pushing me away... when you went to the Lake of the Ozarks... I wasnt stressed about it...but wondered and worried if it was going to be another situation...it wasnt that I didnt trust you...I expected it..I felt the resentment...but never realized it...Branson was when I was relaxed and happy...was on a family vacation...felt better...and was actively trying more...it had nothing to do with Katie...cause I was realizing you were not going to do what I kept expecting...but then it almost was too late.. which also I felt nervous that saturday...again...for the same reasons...when I saw you coming home I felt a little better... I hate some of my faults...such as my motivation (a lot of my past from exes, family...and work...was designed to kill that in me)... my health issues... wanting to do things on my own without meds (for the reason of wanting to feel stronger and accomplish something)..and just the fears...all of that beat me up so much that it affected us...myself...you... I do always want to do better..and be better..but alot of that gets kicked when around...I wish you could have seen me before...when I was growing up...and the few years before we met how I worked...or how happy I was... since I have met you...your kids...our kid... I have been happy and afraid to accept it..and I know I gotta work on me to learn to accept it...its not just for us...its for me...as I need alot of work... I just know it is better with you by my side.. Trust be told and i have said this many time...I think you are the sweetest, prettiest woman to give me a chance..I didnt go in expecting to find anyone or love...and I did...I remember alot of how we talked...when we met...etc (just not the dates but thats part of my memory issue)...and I can remember where pics are from...or what was going on then...etc...I finally am also getting this out without tears....and staying strong...which is a good start too...cause Im trying to stay positive...and be better Nicole Lee Link...I love you...from the bottom of my heart...and always will...even when my dingaling has issues...my heart...never did...and i hope I can fix myself... and win you back over...and have you see you thru my eyes..etc..

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artofjoshlyman · 7 years ago

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I call this “False Hope” Super rough digital sketchings…. bear with me. )

#artists on tumblr #art #angel #fallen angel #dark art

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findgstop · 5 years ago

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He looks for portals which have potential and buys them cheap and builds them up with following and then sells them to bigger companies which are into online influencer marketing for 10x. WTF!?? Wow! I didn’t even know a business model like that existed! He said 99% of the meme pages or quotes pages are ‘reblogs’ or ‘reposts’ and still he’s able to get this level of following and it’s rare that he’s found a page with 450+ original quotes and memes. As per him usually a small studio or company delivers 3/4 original memes / quotes a day whereas here I am, lying on my bed and churning out 4-5 a day, everyday for 3 months on my own! As per him, 450+ original posts is more content than what he needs for a full year of republishing on his pages and that’s why he wants to buy the page as well as rights for all my original content. He asked me if I had ever even looked at the statistics of my page.. I had not ... he taught me how to check and this is what I found - while only 4000 followers across FB and Insta but in last one month itself I had 100,000 post reach, 13000 post engagements. Average age of people interacting 21-29! Supposedly that’s quite good for someone not doing ANYTHING to add followers. I told him I’m not selling as it’s just a fun thing for me and he said sooner or later one of the big pages is simply going to copy my stuff and make money and I won’t be able to do anything about it. It made me feel like those poor artists/writers whose story is stolen by big producers who make the money and the writer starves to death somewhere on the roadside! The creative writer inside me ached for such an end and I visualised myself in torn pajamas and banyaan (maybe the same ones I wear today) being forced to sell the page for £100 and then he would renegotiate and offer only £1! He asked me why won’t I give it to him?? I said ... Like when I couldnt find the Gspot when I was younger but didn’t give up and kept trying even though I didn’t have the knowledge, skill set or experience or time! Did I just hand it over to someone else?? I didn’t! Same logic....! And yeah.. this time it was Gspot and not Gstop. But I like how you think! https://www.instagram.com/p/CBXluFFJZrm/?igshid=9ytykwldy4j7

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sweetlifetownsville · 6 years ago

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Doing A Little With A Lot: Move Over Jesus, Your Loaves And Fishes Stunt Ain't In It Against The Townsville Bulletin.

The good old Astonisher showed its going to be more of the same in 2019, sleight of hand, selective reporting and all manner of insulting idiocy same old, same including a spectacular miss this weekend not a word about one of Townsville most long standing favourite eateries bites the dust Michels On Palmer Street is no more. Bancroft boo-boo Channel 7 embraces fake news: so lacking in a sense of the ridiculous, theyre about to disappear up their own ummm kazoo. And the President turns on the pester-power: Trump throws the biggest and longest tanty in living memory ruining the holiday season for thousands of his own people. But first For those many people who have been inquiring about Mark Donnellys funeral in Cairns, it will be at 2pm Wednesday Jan 9th, at St Francis Church, Mayer Street, Cairns. Vale, mate Moving On Its climate change on Bentleys mind. Our toonist is originally a Croweater from Adelaide, and he was amazed to see the jam packed crowds on Adelaide beaches in a TV report about the ghastly weather theyre having over there. The Pie also recalls that during his time in the City of Churches, beach-going was an occasional thing and attracted only sparse crowds to the sandy shores. But Bentley believes climate change is rapidly altering time honoured Aussie pastimes, and soon, getting an all-over tan will be a thing of the past.

Speaking of Things Of The Past

This now sadly includes the much loved Michels restaurant in Palmer Street, which served its last mean on December 22nd. This is how the unexpected news was broken on FB.

It will be sorely missed by many, including The Pie, who just hung out for the lunch-time beef and burgundy pie. Ironic that the one time our local paper had the opportunity to use the word iconic almost correctly, it has completely missed this information which would be of far more interest than the iconic Sizzlers leaving town. (More on that shortly). Well That Didnt Take Long Did It? The Townsville Bulletin set the tone for the year on the very first day of 2019, Tuesday January 1, with a rib-tickling own goal with this front page.

Wow, all those people turning up for a pic, where did they all come from? Well, at least half of them from nowhere. Heres how this little piece of patronizing chicanery went down. First, a couple of weeks ago, this appeared on the Astonishers FB page.

Boy, be on the front page! And didnt that get them flocking in for their 15 minutes of fame not. Just 41 people made themselves available, including the Cowboys mascot and as many of the Bulletins staff who could be spared to avoid the embarrassment of attracting almost bugger interest.

Then the front page appeared, a cheesy tedious old trope of people spelling out the year. Many people more than 41, it would seem. But hang on, lets have a closer look.

Whats all this? This is what all this is.

fair to say that all those excited people were beside themselves behind themselves, and then in front of themselves. Now a while back, the flagship of News Corpse tabloids, Sydneys Daily Telegraph got a clip arround its corporate ears for photo-shopping pics of politicians in unflattering historical situations. As if we needed to be told that Kevin Rudd was a nazi! Pretending to be chastised, management decreed that in future, just so no one was misled, all photoshopped images in all News publications would carry the legend digitally altered.Someone at the Astonisher overlooked this, clearly wishing the few readers it has left would believe it was so widely popular that it had attracted a throng of NY well-wishers. but it seems someone suddenly realised that some arsesole like The Magpie maybe would tumble to the lie, so thinking they could squirm out of it, they really blew their foot off by belatedly posting this on their FB page. The Pie has asked before, and now asks again are they all bloody drunk down there? BTW, the relevant FB page is said to have attracted 4500 views which at a guess that would be comprised of 4458 editorial and advertising staff and their family and friends frantically revisiting the FB as often as they could. At least that was the drill when The Pie was taking Ruperts shilling. But Wait, Theres More The firsts for the year kept coming thick and fast. This story had people wondering if the paper had a cut-price Tardis operating

and that resulted in the first correction of the year.

Although it is quite possible that Messagebank Walker, send out last years media release, and true to form, the reporter just wrote it up with a thought of what it was actually saying. f they would know the difference. Another media release that went into the paper untouched and of course unquestioned could have been headlined Mission Impossible.

Hahahahaah gasp snurffle dont you just love the combination of casual impertinence and immeasurable benchmark of making Townsville Australias first mentally healthy city. This is pure Labor crackpottery at its best, and a great excuse to wring out a few more public dollars for pointless jobs for the boys and girls. Mentally healthy City steering committee? National leader in this field? Pray tell, just how is this going to be measured oh, wait, I know soon it will be announced that we have achieved the title of Australias mentally healthiest city, but we cant be told why or any details because of both privacy and Commercial in Confidence reasons. What an out and out rort. The Townsville City Council has no business stumping up a single cent for this totally obscure nonsense. And youve just gotta love that this call for a mentally healthy city is coming from one of the greatest rates-gouging, anxiety-creating, booze-binge inducing ineptocracies of posturing inadequates one couldnt create as fiction.

And all publicised in a paper that has long abrogated its traditional responsibilities in the interests bargain-basement kiddy journalism and a quick advertising quid (and hows that working for you, eh?) Yet Another Jarring Juxtaposition And it would appear that either no one checks advertising content against news content to avoid this sort of blundering idiocy.

But never mind, iditor Jenna Cairney knows how to thunder away about the really important issues affecting us during the week, it was oh, dear it was people who oh, The Pie cannot bear to utter the words, read it for yourself.

Now normally, itd be kind to let this slide, but its hard to ignore when the iditorial completely contradicts its own ramblings by actually quoting one of the few believable people who work for the paper, fisherman Eddie Riddle, who said sometimes, believe it nor not, people just catch no crabs. Crab pot theft happens less than people would have you believe.Clearly those people who would have you believe that it is rife include the iditor and the beat-up reporter of the original story. Then There Is This From comments during the week. The Magpie From the alleged files: THE TOWNSVILLE BULLETIN ALLEGEDLY ACCUSES THE POLICE OF PLANTING EVIDENCE.

So they allegedly found a shotgun, unequivocally meaning there is some doubt in terms of English, the paper means the cops could be lying and they didnt find a shotgun or else, leaving open the possibility that they planted it there and didnt find it. FFS they either did or did not find a shotgun, and if it comes down to who to believe the Bulletin or the police its no contest. The coppers should complain. And anyway, saying they found the weapon is not legally dangerous and so attract an allegedly , since no names or details of the arrested man are published. During the coming year, The Pie will be running an alleged file from the Astonisher, along with an iconic file the paper has already made a sterling start on that one. This from comments on Friday. The Magpie January 4, 2019 at 11:24 am(Edit) Had a bit of an amused warble and added this to The Pies iconic list.

Iconic is something that is immediately recognisable, usually unique, and with which one readily associates with a name, place or occupation. The Eiffel Tower is iconic, as is the Statue of Liberty, Big Ben, the Kabba in Mecca, the Golden gate Bridge, and closer to home, the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Now alas with this local departure, down south, all the front bar chat and dinner party braying will be along the lines of Townsville? Wasnt that the Sizzler place until a while back? Oh, the shame. Keeping an eye on legendary, too. A Bigger Laugh From The Big Bash Crickets bumbling sandpaper cheat Cameron Bancroft returned to the crease this week in the Big Bash league, and the commentators were so busy tip-toeing around that elephant in the room, they managed to miss a wonderful howler made by their producer.

The commentators, all ex-sporting boofs, so not much could be expected of them, unquestioningly rabbited on about Bancrofts personal attainments, especially that last one. Returned to Tame Impala as their kazoo player? They didn;t dare question the truth of the matter, but they did have a rare old yukity-yuk about it. The producer had unwittingly copied and pasted this bit of nonsense lifted from a story that was doing the rounds, and had originated guess where? The Betoota Advocate, Australias funniest satirical paper. And for the record, Bancroft has never been in the band Tame Impaler, which has never featured a kazoo player anyway. The Pie is wondering, given Bancrofts infamous South African venture, if Bunnings might not offer sponsorship. And Now Off To The Week In Trumpistan and its wall-eyed child President.

. Thats it forn this week, and the silly season is coming to a close (not that you could tell at any time from our august organ of Flinders Street West), and some very interesting snippets have been dropping into the Nest for future examination. Wer will start on them next wee, but comments are running around the clock, so have your say. And any support by way of donation for the efforts over the coming year will as always be greatly appreciated. He how to donate button is below. http://www.townsvillemagpie.com.au/doing-a-little-with-a-lot-move-over-jesus-your-loaves-and-fishes-stunt-aint-in-it-against-the-townsville-bulletin/

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skiasurveys · 8 years ago

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tell me about your crush!!!!!!! - Hes my boyfriend. I love him a lot, he’s funny, he loves gaming. He likes anime ( lmaooo), he is white but hes part turkish and german. but born in canada haha. He’s 7 years older than me (or 6.5) , we went to the same high school except he graduated WAYYYY BEFORE ME. He knows a lot of weird stuff. He loves MMOs and is on the leader boards for ESO which i find hilarious. We met on OKcupid which is a dating app. He says hes serious about me lol.

tell me about your ex- well my most recent ex, i dated for only 3 months. we dated from Nov 2015- feb 2016. He broke up with me on Valentines day last year, which is funny tbh because he spent lots of money on me and then broke up wtih me. apparently i was too invested which makes no sense. I didn’t really connect well with him. we were more like close friends than boyfriend/girlfriend. He was slightly autisic or whatever so he didn’t really understand sarcasm sometimes which was really fucking annoying. I would make jokes and he took them way too serious or hard and would get mad at me -.-. He wasnt a bad boyfriend but he was just not my type. I said i loved him even though i didn’t. i was in love with the idea. I knew i didn’t want to spend my life with him. we never connected super great either, like we had nothing in common except the fact that we liked video games but he played shit games like (League of Legends). After we broke up, we met a week later to clear shit up i guess and it was super awkward and i was acually over him within a day so i was like this sucks and is weird. Then a month after we broke up he wanted to hang out but then he stated he wanted to have a hook up.. we never had sex when we dated either so that was weird -.- Then he started dating other people and if i messaged him asking how he was, he would get all pissed off and said we couldnt talk any ore and i was like whatevr thats fine but then his relationships never worked out and he would break up within a week LOL and then tried to date me again. THEN when I started dating Connor ( my current bf) he got really jealous and mad, and tried to tell me to get out. Then later in my relationship like 6 months he asked if we could fuck (three some) and i was like i rather kill myself, then he would randomly text me asking if connor and i broke up, and then would claim he missed me but all he wanted was a booty call. He got super mad when he found out i fucked connor lol. anyways, i told him to fuck off and respect me and connor and he finally stopped being weird. But i recently deleted him off Facebook because I was so tired of seeing him on fb, so yeah. we dont really talk anymore. thank god.

tell me about your day It was okay. I slept til 2 Pm ( yikes..) and picked up Pills and played video games. nothing to do.

tell me about your dreams I cant remember my dreams actually.

tell me about your drama I have really no drama in my life.

tell me about yourself :-) I am 20 years old, I like cats, mcdonalds fries. I am a art student in college. I am dating someone, its our one year today. I live in Canada..i like taking surveys too much

tell me about something awkward/embarrassing I once had sex and then got my period during it and that was super awkward and embarrassing, and i was so embarrassing that i hid in the bathroom for 20 minutes and he was like “yo its okay jen” and its still awkward when i think about it.

tell me about a funny story or something Lol, okay. this story is like 4 years old but whatever. so i was in grade 10 at the time and I went to this Youth Conference with my youth group from church. So my best friend was with me and we were at the concerts and stuff, and she had to use the washroom but she didn’t want to go alone so i went with her. So I use the stall next to hers but I come out way before she does. I am washing my hands and she comes up to me and washes her hands super quick turns to me and says we need to get the hell out of here, and before we run out this girl comes out of the stall that i was in and my friend turns to her and says “ Im so sorry i thought you were my friend” and im like what....so we leave quickly and she tells me. so basically This girl was wearing the same shoes as me and same colour pants as me, and my friend thought it was me so she grabbed the girls leg from under the stall and the girl was like “wtf???!” and so she thought that girl was me, and i honestly can’t stop laughing whenever i think of this because its just something that she would do. I never let her forget.

tell me your favourite band/artist/album/song My fav band is Of Monsters and Men. They are from Iceland, and they sing different songs. They have a unique sound too. I love every song they produce.

tell me about your favourite meme I can’t just pick one..

tell me about your favourite fic I dont read fanfiction really.

tell me a secret ;) um. when i was 18 i almost banged some 34 year old because I was stupid and actually thought he liked me LOL. Thank god i got rid of him. LOL i still laugh at my stupidity

tell me a lame joke/bad pick-up line are you a astronaut cus your ass is out of this world.

tell me about your favourite tumblr user(s) I don’t really have a FAV..i love all my mutuals..

tell me about your least favourite tumblr user(s) I only dislike people who are super self righteous..who think they are always right.. who give out false info..especially people who use their followers for money..etc

tell me what you’re thinking about just life.

confess your sins I sometimes lie a lot but thats usually just to get out of shit LOL rant about stuff!!! Not really a rant. But i super duper hate it when people leave you on “read” idk its super annoying. Like if you cant talk just say youll talk to me when youre off work/etc but i hate it when they have no excuse. Im fine if its a few minutes or whatever but when they just dont reply especially if im asking a question it just gets so fucking annoying. If i know youre busy its differen’t. But idk i just wish people would just tell me they wouldnt be texting that much a certain day or at leas jjust reply something quick. it takes 2 seconds..

let’s talk about the sex because sex ed isn’t talked about enough dont have sex until you know you could handle a child.

talk to me about astrology stuff!!! I dont know anything about that stuff. talk to me about aliens!!! why havent the aliens taken me..yet..

#survey #meh

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saintkimora · 8 years ago

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ok so i have lots of things to say so im just gonna put it all in one post. its how school has been going, how my relationship w caleb is going, my rpdr pre season rankings, my thoughts on bbcan5 even though i havent watched a single episode, and my progress in botw

so first its school. so i literally failed my orgo test yesterday. i gave up on the last 2 synthesis questions bc i just didnt know what to do so thats like 30 points off right there. i most likely got this other synthesis and a mechanism question wrong so honestly i prob got like a 50. he drops the lowest test grade so i just need to step it up after this but like...rip. i studied but i got all the reactions and reagents and stuff mixed up in my head bc theres so many different things yet theyre all super similar so i just couldnt keep the information straight. so rip to my gpa this semester i guess

today sociology was cancelled so i just had psych and anatomy. i fell asleep in psych and anatomy was boring

so today i had a date w caleb and it was v nice. BUT he asked if we could bring leeann along again!!! like wtf its been not even a week since that disaster of a date and you already want to bring her again??? like he really just does not get it smh but i said yes bc i didnt want him to think i was being difficult. luckily she was busy so she couldnt come anyways

we had lots of fun in the park! he like undid my jeans and started playing w my dick while we were sitting on some concrete block and it felt like i was in one of those porn videos that take place in the woods or something. there was like no one else there obv

he did say one thing that really got me pissed though. and i didnt think too much of it at the time like i was kinda :/ but then when i got home and thought about it some more i got a little upset about it. he called me on the phone to talk as usual and i told him about it and he felt really bad about it. he didnt think much of it in the moment but after i told him it bothered me i could tell he felt really bad and honestly? good! i hope he did feel bad about it bc he was being a dick for absolutely no reason

also i found out the stuff with alex! and like its so weird bc caleb has previous interactions with like 4/6 of the other guys ive been with. so ya apparently they both worked at mpowerment together and caleb just didnt like him lol. so today alex sent me a friend request on fb and followed me on insta bc he found both bc hes friends with/follows caleb on both things. and caleb posted a pic of me on insta w a bf goal type quote but once again it was NOT a good picture of me!!! i looked sooooooo pale bc of the lighting and my facial expression idek

so i saw alex liked the pic and THEN tonight during our phone call caleb told me that alex messaged him on fb asking if him and i were together and caleb was like yeah and alex didnt respond so caleb asked why he was asking and alex just replied with “...” like he really is cracked! idk if hes like offended or something but like idk why he would think he has any chance with me after ive literally ignored like at least 10 total texts/messages/etc from him! like smh every time i think hes finally given up he tries to come back into my life like it was a one night thing stay away! *naomi campbell/naomi smalls voice* check your asshole before you come and talk to me

so yeah. that all w that. caleb wants to take me to the movies on saturday for our next date. but also another issue im starting to have is that caleb is starting to talk a LOT about eating my ass and fucking which is getting on my nerves bc i told him that it will be a while before we get to fucking and he keeps bringing it up its like being w freddy all over again

anyways. heres my final rpdr s9 pre season rankings

KIMORA >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> aja > shea >>>>> valentina > eureka > peppermint > alexis > nina > jaymes > trinity > sasha = farrah > charlie

literally the only 3 i actually like and am interested in are the first 3. valentina i dont like that much but i feel like im gonna end up ironically liking her. the middle ones idc and sasha farrah and charlie get on my nerves. alexis was in my top 3 when the cast was first revealed but after seeing some other stuff on her idk i dont think i like her. aja moved up to second bc shes funny on twitter. kimora is my fave obv. shea i like but im kinda worried shes gonna get a boring edit

and now for bbcan5! the only bbcan season ive seen is 3 but i am officially team ika and gary! idk which one i like more but those are my top 2. sindy is 3rd karen is 4th and i guess cass is 5th. i didnt like her on s4 but from what ive seen this season i think i like her. idc about the rest. tbh i dont plan to watch a single episode i just want ika gary or sindy to win

now for zelda botw. i just finished the vah medoh quest. so i have 2/4 divine beasts done and im going for the gerudo one next. im just hoping to finally find some cute armor in the gerudo town bc i am sick of only finding ugly clothes! for the map i think i just need 1 more tower to finish it. i also killed my first guardian today which was satisfying but not really bc i didnt even know what i was doing bc it all happened to fast lol. ive also been kinda reckless w my horses bc i wanna see what happens in one dies but they are resilient! my horse accidentally got hit w the blast from a bomb arrow when i was trying to hunt and it caught on fire and still survived! i dont wanna straight up kill it bc thats weird but i want one of these horses to die already! i feel like it would add some drama. so ya my main focus rn is just exploring while slowly doing the divine beast quests

#personal

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could i ask about where i could find more info on indya moore sexually assaulting trans people in ny? ive never seen anything about this until now & i definitely dont want to support them anymore if its true, but when i checked google i couldnt find anything about it. also wanted to lyk if u dont want to share or post about indya, you have a few old tumblr posts sharing them in a good light (i mean all of this genuinely, as a sexual assault survivor i dont want to support them if this is true)

You can’t find more info on it online because when the two people who I both personally know spoke out on it on FB they were both gaslit and threatened until they had to take their posts offline. Unfortunately, neither of my friends who are both Black trans folks experiencing issues relating to housing and lack of income feel comfortable enough to speak out again for fear of Indya’s fanbase being weaponised against them and causing social death for them, as they already dealt with this from them. I also personally have interacted with Indya, and have been able to see how they don’t take the idea of consent seriously enough, and also having been at two separate parties with Indya, can speak on the fact that Indya has expressed not being into Fat people, or how they think that in order to be more spiritually “conductive” (whatever that means), you’re body should be healthy like theirs(this comment was made after a person at the party who was also larger in body size talked about being heavily spiritual, and Indya felt the need to respond tot). In regards to old posts, I try my best to get rid of things I have also been on here for so long so it’ll take me some time to even find those posts as I don’t really tag posts, but rest assured when found I will delete those posts. If you see them send them to me also and I’ll delete.

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violetrhapsody-blog · 6 years ago

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Ben....

A majestic, beautiful and honest man who seemed to vaporise from my dreams and come into reality out of nowhere.

Irish.

Long hair.

Gorgeous eyes.

Tall.

Good build.

Wicked smile.

Uncanny ability to read me and know when something is going on from the very first time we met.

I was introduced to Ben only three months ago, yet he seems to know me more than most people on this planet and he has made the biggest impact to my life in all the right ways in such a short space of time.

He has made me realise that there are many things in my life and past with men and how I view relationships that are just completely.....well, fucked for lack of a better term.

I digress, how I met him.

A friend in work, a new friend but someone who is like my sister with the amount of love I have for her, messaged me one night after a rather frank discussion in work about what my ideal man was.

“...I dunno *clicks to switch into aftercall* maybe just a guy who doesn’t lie and cheat and break my heart.......no? Stop scowling at me........ok, ok....let me think *sifts through some work documents while thinking* Long hair, tall, kinky, geeky, something to do with computers and larp, gamer, sensitive, can cook, gives foot rubs, kind, understanding, wants to get to know me, doesnt just want sex, will spend time with me watching trash movies on the sofa.......and irish! He has to be Irish! That right there is my dream man”

She smiled.

I thought nothing more of it.

Few weeks later after many discussions between us about the men we were both seeing, partners, friends with benefits and play partners in the kink world, she messages me one night...

“Ben cooks and does foot rubs you know on command”

"Really? Can I borrow him from you for a night?”

“You would need to ask him...”

“ummm really?”

“Yea, just message him randomly with ‘so I hear you give foot rubs and cook on command’ and see what he says”

*finds him on FB, sends message*

2 days later.....

“I guess you know *blah* then?” from Ben....and that is where it started.

We chatted, we got on, he seemed cute, I seemed drawn to him the same way I had many other men since being unexpectedly single since last October.

But something was different.

We arranged to meet up for a drink in a coffee shop 2 weeks later.

Something happened one week later and we were both free at the same time....it was late at night and we were messaging...somehow we both ended up eluding to him coming to my house for the first time we were meeting which was totally different for me.

He has a wife. He is poly.

His wife knew and was ok with it to a point.

We had already spoken about the possibility of play.

First day here and when he first walked through the door I was shocked at how stunning he was.

Beautiful long hair to his ass, amazing deep eyes I could get lost in, amazing ass...wicked smile and an accent I couldn’t place.

We chatted and settled into each others company.

We talked openly, honestly and bluntly about play sessions, history, hang ups and what we each wanted.

He even let me braid his hair.

He sat down on the dining chair and I braided his hair while chatting.

I asked him where his accent was from because I couldnt place it.

He smiled at me looking up cheekily in the mirror in front of him that I had forgotten about...

“If you cannot guess by the time you are done with my hair, I will tell you”.

I guessed everything from American, welsh, English and everything in-between.

“Are you done with my hair yet?”

“Yea, I cannot guess, where the hell are you from?”

He got up, turned around, walked upto me, put his right hand on the right hand side of my face, leaned in slowly and whispered in my right ear, “I’m from Ireland, love” in a full Irish accent.

My eyes lit up, I was shocked, I was horrified and I was excited all at once. Simultaneously all of my damn dreams were embodied in front of me in one man, a real man, standing in front of me who was interested in me.

He found my reaction both amusing and confusing I think, I know he was definitely amused by it. It still makes him chuckle a few months on.

Chloe had forced me towards him knowing full well the light and love he would bring to my life as he did to hers...the joy of being poly!

I adore him and he is teaching me to be true to myself, finally, at the age of 33, he is teaching me and giving me the space to learn about myself.

He has taken my thinking that has been reinforced since I was 18 and has turned it on its head.

There will be a lot more writings about Ben in this journal.

There have been so many things that I never want to forget about the time I am spending with him.

...I just wish he weren’t married.

#love ireland ben men relationships poly mono thoughts relationships new beginning firstmeeting whenwefirstmet friends goals

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sarcasticlykaeon-blog · 6 years ago

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Caught Between Worlds

Stuck. Thats how it felt, every hour of every day, for as long as I could remember. Like i was some sort of freak, on the outside looking in. I can remember when i was small, barely old enough to really walk and talk, two and a half, three...and i hated dresses. I hated pink. I hated lace and frills. If i could choose or make my will known it was pants. Tshirts and sweatshirts. Childrens overalls. I hated games in preschool. The girls always wanted to play house, with husbands and babies in some sort of elaborate roleplay. The boys wouldnt let me play with them. "No girls," theyd say. "You wont know how," or "girls arent any good at this. Go play with dolls." somehow...just because i didnt have the same lower regions i wasnt good enough. So i played alone, with blocks or toys, making up elaborate adventures or stories in the process. My mother, my aunts, my grandmother...they all wanted me to be a girl. They tried to take me underwing in baking, playing with makeup, dressup, dolls...they tried to teach me about playing with hair. Me? I just wanted to test out the new computer, watch ninja turtles, and kick butt like she-ra. My one concession to female marketed programs was Jem...but honestly? I loved the story and drama, not the glamour, glitter, fashion, or fame. I was the oldest...five years between me and my brother meant i was dads son substitute until i was almost 11. I learned things like changing the oil in a car, ms-dos programming and how to kick ass in Doom, how to tackle and fight back if grabbed by a bigger opponent. Of course...the instant my middle brother was old enough to do son things....fwip! I was ignored. About the only thing i could get the old man to do was D&D. My grandfather insisted it was a phase i would grow out of, that id become a seeker of a strong man and an actual woman eventually. My mother tried to force me to conform to gender standards. My aunt was disappointed. My father only started caring about gender normativity when i hit puberty. I never told them things like "i want to grow up to be a boy" because even at three, i knew it didnt work that way, on some instinctual level. But i dod wail and growl about the unfairness. Why is x okay for boys but not girls? Why are girls expected to be like this but boys arent? And the answer...oh the answer just upset me and angered me. "Because youre expected to be a young lady." By puberty, the words "young lady" were guarenteed to trigger a huge emotional fit of rage...but i couldnt explain why. Just like the fact that i had to fight for my place amidst whatever boys lived in the neighborhood. I had to work twice as hard to prove i was worthy of being allowed to hang out...and still they sought to ditch me at every opportunity. School was even worse. I was overly tall, strong, and hyper intelligent. I was part of the "Gifted Program" (which in most school systems is naught but busy work or a careful way to set up classes in high school to fix the averages of a class.) I was, in every concievable way the outcast. And then puberty found me. Early. The first time i bled in sixth grade, i cried myself to sleep, hiding blood ruined underwear in the back of my closet until i could throw it away. I didnt tell my mother until i was sixteen--hiding this horrid, agonizingly painful thing that happened to me once a month. When i grew breasts i hated them. I hated bras. And of course, i have breasts that grew huge. I survive with super tight sports bras and tshirts because nothing else fits my fucked up frame: ive got broad shoulders, long legs, and huge feet (size 12 womens, which is impossible to find), and im like 5'8". Id be taller but my arms and torso are short, and ive got wide hips and huge breasts and butt. I hated my body and i still do. I feel like i was a crapshoot built out of the mismatched leftovers of several people. And the shit my parents tried to enforce for gender conformity to this "new identity of a young lady." first was acne management. I wasnt a pizza face, but i did and still do have a bit of an issue with blackheads (Glasses have that effect.) But my parents tried to force me to pop my zits...and when i refused because it hurt, they basically held me down and popped them for me. Then was "shaving my legs". Okay. Underarms i get because pits stink. I shave those because it feels less stanky when i do. But their issue? My legs. I refused to do it. "Boys dont, why do i? Thats not fair!" i fought. Hard. But...like the zits...theyd hold me down and buzz my legs for me from knee to foot while i thrashed and begged...all to force on me a title i never wanted, a mold i didnt fit. And i didnt understand WHY. Why was my behavior, my life and interests and hobbies and clothing all supposed to be dictated by something so unimportant? And then...when i was sixteen, i met a person i hit it off with. A sweet and funny youth my age with hair as long as mine and a goofy smile on his face. In a few months we were dating long distance and i suspect my family sighed in relief that i wasnt a lesbian. Our fathers got to be friends(which was useful, since 200miles between us put a crimp in relations.) But this had another side effect. You see, that next year i learned something id never heard before. Something id never considered until that day in 2002. His father...felt he was a woman trapped in a mans body. I was floored. This could happen? What? So i researched what i could to understand (there wasnt much, back then.) And...i began to wonder....because all I could find was for males becoming females. Even joked with my boyfriend that the universe "got us backwards" (he agreed, seeing as how he was girlier than me) And then it all crashed to a halt one night at dinner. His father, him, me, another mtf person and two other adults were at a restaurant, and the kne guy at the table with no knowledge on trans folks was asking questions. I listened, enraptured as the emotions and disconnects id always felt were described from the other side. Emboldened, 17, and perhaps seeking some form of connection or...validation for my feelings, i piped up, expressing how i felt the universe had gotten me backwards. That was the worst thing to say, as his father unloaded on me verbally for being mocking and insensitive and jumping on a bandwagon i had no business on. Treated me like i was being scum--damn near drove me to tears and made me feel small and useless. And i thought "if this is what trans ppl are like...i dont want to be like them ever." it crushed my desire to understand my gender identity and sexuality for years. It didnt help that as time went by ot seemed every trans person i encountered was one of two things: a dramawhore with the emotional stability of a 14year old girl, or someone like my bf's father who decided that i couldnt belong to his elitest club in a fashion that echoed years of "no girls allowed" from boys everywhere. The internets vast collection of professionally offended "keyboard warriors" who spew bigotry and hate and small minded idiocy while calling it "truth" or "just what X group deserves" is a steaming cesspit of shit I dont want to be part of on any level, and unfortunately many of them claim to be whatever "alternate" gender identity or sexuality is the fad this month. Its not winning me over at all, and made me shy further away from actual people i might be able to relate to...maybe who can help me. I finally did own up to something when i was 23--I was more sexually attracted to women than men. In fact...beyond a few emotion driven crushes as a teen, the only male i have ever found attractive was that same goofy, funny, smiling boy with the long hair...except these days hes my supportive, goofy, smiling mate with the softest heart of gold ive ever known inside a powerful and intimidatingly sized viking-esque exterior. But again...because on the outside, our relationship seems very "normal" im not welcomed much by the vocal minority and so im super wary of all parts of the lgbt crowd. I dont advertise or tell my relatives--my parents and their respective siblings are between 50 and 70 years old. They barely believe this stuff exists. I still dont want to be a girl. I dont want the societal expectations of it. I hate having breasts that risk knocking my teeth loose if i move too fast. And dont get me started on the fucking shit show that is my sex life. Its a complicated shit show that starts with the disconnect of parts and ends with kinks i can never actually engage in because, guess what? Im a GIRL. But at the same time, i stare at the only transmen examples and stories i can find, which seem to be rare and hidden somewhere, at places like fb and tumblr and twitter...at pride rallies and news stories...at stuff recounted by friends...and i dont want to be associated with people whose actions turn them into examples of literal human garbage. And so here i sit, caught between two worlds, never part of either one and feeling like im slowly drowning. It seems like one doesnt want me and the other i dont want... Im so tired of being stuck.

#Gender dysphoria #gender identity #emotional stress #confusion #feeling like a freak

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sweetlifetownsville · 6 years ago

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Doing A Little With A Lot: Move Over Jesus, Your Loaves And Fishes Stunt Ain't In It Against The Townsville Bulletin.

Speaking of Things Of The Past

This now sadly includes the much loved Michels restaurant in Palmer Street, which served its last mean on December 22nd. This is how the unexpected news was broken on FB.

Then the front page appeared, a cheesy tedious old trope of people spelling out the year. Many people more than 41, it would seem. But hang on, lets have a closer look.

Whats all this? This is what all this is.

and that resulted in the first correction of the year.

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