In Absolute Tears About The Pride Module At My Work

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closing statement from an article about being intersex & the possible connection of gender expression and sexuality in intersex individuals, published in The Gay Liberator,

So I really wanted to share another scene I wrote for the novel I'm working on. Anyway, here goes. -------------------------

On the other side of the city a large man with dark brown skin was lounging shirtless on the living room sofa of his tidy apartment. Every aspect of his appearance was his own, whether it was his tall, heavy-set frame that belied the wall of muscle he’d been steadily building each morning, the couple dozen tight thin locs of hair that held large colored beads at the ends, or the two thin scars mirrored on either side of his firm chest, one beneath each of his pecs. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as his hands rest behind his head. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it in the air. A knock on his door brought him out of his reverie and the hint of a smile became a wide grin.

It took no time at all for him to walk to the door, grab the bag of steaming takeout that had been left for him, and plop back down on the couch. Today was a day for rest and relaxation, a day to celebrate the small joys of a clean apartment, a good workout, and chinese take out for lunch. Today was a day to scroll through the apps on his personal phone and not work on breaking through the security on the half a dozen system-locked phones sitting on his desk in the neat little office he kept next to his room. Today was his day and if he was going to work on any projects it was going to be for himself. With that in mind, he pulled his food from the bag only for an alert to go off on his phone.

Hey Cal, its Alicia, got a new number. Have you heard from Jay recently?

Caleb’s brow furrowed as he read the text, his food already forgotten.

No. When you two split up didn’t really have anything to say to him.

Yeah, fair.

Why, what’s up?

I sent him a message on Concord a couple days ago but he never responded. I’d text him but I don’t have his number. Do you?

Yeah, I can shoot him a text.

He sighed and leaned back as he scrolled through his contacts, pulling up Jay.

Hey man, Alicia said she hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days. You good?

He set his phone on the couch next to him and opened up his food. Two bites later, he got a text back from Jay.

Help!

How? What’s going on?

I don’t know! Its dark and everything is quiet!

Where are you? I’ll pick you up.

Fear and confusion ran through him as the next message came through, GPS coordinates for an apartment complex on the other side of the city. This wasn’t like Jay at all, regardless of what trouble he might be in.

I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

As it turned out, today was not going to be a day for rest and relaxation.

this is your gentle reminder to stop fighting against your adhd and instead structure your life around it

buy a pack of chapsticks and put one in the pocket of all of your coats and jackets because you always forget to bring one and chapped lips is sensory hell

leave important things where you can see them. if they go in a box or a drawer you will forget they exist

put any appointments or deadlines in your phone calendar As Soon As you get them. set a reminder for a week before, a day before, an hour before, as many as you need as often as you need them.

when that little voice in your head says "i dont need to write that down, ill remember it" that is the devil talking!!! write it down anyway!!

plan for down time. have a few hours at the end of every day to just do fun stuff like engage in your hyperfixations. even if you didnt get all of your work done that day, have the rest anyway. you probably spent the whole day beating yourself up for not doing what you Should be doing, so you still need the break.

if you never eat vegetables because its too much effort to chop and cook them, get the frozen or canned shit. it doesnt go off for ages and you just have to microwave it. theres no point buying fresh vegetables if they just keep going off and being left to rot in the bottom of your fridge

if you struggle to decide what to have for dinner every day, take the decision out of it. choose a set of meals and eat those on rotation until you get sick of them, then choose some new ones and do it again.

its not stupid if it works! our brains literally have a chemical deficiency. you are allowed to accommodate yourself. go forth and stop making your life more difficult than it has to be because "this shouldn't be this hard". it is hard, so make it easier.

If you think about it, Kingdom Hearts is just Anime Care Bears.

Furries were furrifying bullseye and i think they forgot retail is hell. So have my take.

Tired butch bullseye here to suffer under capitalism.

white people go like “is anyone going to redesign this nonhuman evil character as a poc?” and not wait for an answer

you will probably not look like a skinny white anime girl when you transition you will likely look like someone's mom and you need to realize how swag this is

and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended