dislocated jaws and fractured ribs. 24 year old queer woman, artist, lover of cats, erotic massage provider. not neurotypical. don't take everything I say seriously...lord knows I don't.
I’ve started dissociating so badly I’m actively avoiding interacting with people because it’s so uncomfortable. It’s really affecting my quality of life. Anyone have any suggestions for how to make it go away? I tried grounding myself but it didn’t really work.
We got a wee little kitten! Her name is Sterling and she’s really adorable :D
Reblogged from missharlowharlot
i think what people don’t realize is that people in activist spaces don’t actually like being angry all the time
we want to be able to go about our day without constantly being on guard for casual abuse, degradation, and shitty behavior hurled our way
we’re not angry at you because we think you’re unconditionally terrible people
we’re angry because we fully believe that you can do better
people who jump on logical fallacies in everyday conversation as a means for making themselves look extra super smart make my skin crawl. pretentious fucks.
Reblogged from dtotr
There seems to be a disturbing lack of smoke machines at spooky nights in Toronto. Yes, I understand that they can set off fire alarms, but assuming you don’t have that issue there needs to be smoke. A thin haze completely changes the feel of the room. Lighting effects come alive, people stop feeling so exposed and it shrinks the room. The smoke is hypoallergenic and my experience, if the smoke is thick enough,it will help warm the sound in the room. In short, smoke machines make the club experience so much better.
UGH THIS. YOU NEED SMOKE MACHINES IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A GOOD NIGHT.