wattanao

Being trans, gay, bi, black, or a different ethnicity than what is considered 'normal' in your society doesn't make you special, or less than human. I support trans rights and want to treat all humans equally on a base level. Assuming someone who looks or sounds like a woman is a woman is not transphobic, even if they are a trans man. Nor is assuming a man is straight homophobic.

At the same time, I think it's strange to introduce yourself as trans or gay in a public setting or on a social platform as if it's your calling card or occupation to be proud of. I was born with double-jointed thumbs, I don't think I should be congratulated or mocked for that, the same I don't think someone born with a man's body and a woman's brain, o r otherwise decides to identify as a woman later in life, or is sexually attracted to either anything or nothing, should be given more than a passing acknowledgement.

I understand the world is cruel and harsh, and so I understand why there needs to be an LGBTQ community, but there -shouldn't- be one.

I think there's a difference between not calling someone an idiot and tolerating their bad ideas and actions though. I agree people need to be stopped, and not tolerated, but when the only answer is insulting them with various names like idiot or nazi, all that ends up happening is they keep their toxic and destructive ideas hidden from the public, and then band with others labelled idiot and nazi, until they feel comfortable in a group to express their rhetoric without fear.

Yes, only once. I was visiting my landlord at the time to do some yard work for him, he took me to the side of his house, asked if I wanted to shoot his shotgun, and put it in my hands before I could answer.

I don't really have any desire to try another.

I thought this was strange, but I noticed my muscle memory actually uses left shift for letters typed with my left hand, and right shift for my right, I use my pinkie in either case.

This is very interesting. I've been thinking of how a similar but different system could be implemented. The front page of any instance always seems to have two to four posts by the same person, and I've been following a rule that if I notice it I block them to remove their clutter of posts from my feed. Unfortunately, most of these accounts are brand new ones posting memes, so it feels like for every two I swat down, four more take their place.

I was looking for an instance that allowed me to mute all new accounts, or less likely an instance that filters out posts by the same person, but it doesn't seem such a thing has been created.

This isn't the same that I wanted, and if I'm not mistaken it only applies to posts inside this instance, since the algorithm is removing them? Or does it filter out all similar posts across the fediverse feed? Still, it's close in concept.

Are they painted? It looks like they're wrapped in something to me, I'd also like to know why. My first thought was to protect against cold or weather.

Roblox. What isn't in that game at this point?

Then it could be "It's -not- who I am, -but- what -I- do that defines me", but is the only word that would be hard to fit in that space.

There's probably a few words missing? "It's who I am, -not- what -I- do that defines me." Would work.

Everybody way oh!

Do you have any attachment to your employer beyond that? As in, would you consider him a friend, that if the situation called for one of you to move away, or otherwise end in the job no longer being available, you would be saddened by not being around him?

How do others treat you in his home? His significant other or any family members for example.

Do you have shifts that you have to work, and free time to yourself, or are you always "on the clock" so to speak? How do holidays work?

I don't remember a specific age the transition happened, or if I ever actually believed it, but I remember my family getting a PS3 one year for Christmas "from Santa". Sometime in the Summer, I was in the car while my mom was on the phone talking about the PS3 she got for us needing a repair or something. Again it wasn't that I believed in Santa at that point, it just became a core memory of "Oh you lied about that"