Lmao you are so, so SO right anon!! As a pansexual POC, I absolutely love, love LOVE having my rights denied and my life in danger 24/7!! I really LOVE being discriminated against because of my ethnicity and sexuality, and did I mention how much I really love the rush that I get when Im subject to constant racism, sexual harassment and death threats??? It just wasn’t enough so I needed to amp up my game!!! Why not make up a gender that would bring on more discrimination, hate and get me kicked out of my family??? Ah yes, what a perfect solution!!!
*SNIFFS THE AIR* GOLLY, DON’T YOU JUST LOVE THE FEEL OF YOUR RIGHTS DENIED AND LIFE IN DANGER?? *GETS BONER* AH YES, WHAT A THRILL!!!
In case you don’t understand sarcasm: Get your transphobic ass out of my ask box before I fucking drag you by the hair and throw you in the trash where you belong you crusty ass booger.
There’s A Lake Where You Can Swim With Jellyfish That Won’t Sting You
There is a magical lake in the Rock Islands of Palau where you can swim with the jellyfish worry-free.
The lake became a tourist attraction and people can go swimming and snorkeling with them.
The jellyfish lost their stingers over the years because they don’t need them to fight off predators.
I WANT.TO GO THERE
i must see those babies
passive aggressive family members
"guess i’ll never be a grandma"
"guess i’ll never be an aunt"
"guess i’ll never be able to dress a niece/nephew"
stop feeling so entitled to my hypothetical offspring. it is not yours. it is mine. i will grow it if i grow it. and it will be mine. not yours. i am not an incubator which grants you familial titles. jesus. go away. this “have a baby i can play with” thing is so impersonal and insensitive and annoying.
Anyone interested in words and turns of phrase will enjoy this book-
First published in the 1980s, it has a lot of gems in it. Along the south shore of Nova Scotia, you’ll find a lot of New England-y holdovers and the like, or German words around Lunenburg, or etc.
I do know (as to the selection above) that when there was no booze around, people drank vanilla flavour bottles from the grocery, which was easier to get. Also, old ladies drank (some still do, according to a friend) vanilla so as not to appear buying something so crude as liquor. Old ladies! Beer ain’t so bad.
I will add some only tangentially-related stuff to this! During Prohibition it’s true that some people turned to cooking extracts. Unfortunately, many of these contained ethanol. In order to prevent Jamaica ginger extract—which was often produced and distributed as a ‘patent medicine’—from being sought out for recreational use the US government required an elevated solids content; this would result in a bitter, unpalatable beverage.
Of course, folks drank ‘jake’ (as it was called) anyway. This caused paralysis, loss of limbs, and death in many cases, disproportionately in immigrants and the lower class. This was the inspiration for such songs as Jake Leg Blues, Jake Walk Blues, and Jake Liquor Blues. (Audio recordings in links.)
interesting and informative addition!