Look at me, I'm the captain now

the most annoying rainbow refugee hand holding coca cola globalism slop anthem ever made and it’s simply poetic that the singer ended up getting charged with sexual assault

> new STD > the bacteria jumped to a human who had “””direct close contact””” with an infected animal and has now gone human-to-human > only gay men are getting it > is spreading through bathhouses > causes disgusting skin lesions they’re baking AIDS from scratch again.

"Tell Someone Who Gives A Shit" by artist Danial Ryan

kindness hope love dog

going through them in order: - killed by boyfriend - may not even exist - killed in a road rage incident - killed by boyfriend - killed by another trans person - killed by friend/acquaintance - killed in a robbery - exact motive unknown but he was a drug dealer killed in an area known for drugs so best guess gets a cookie - killed by a schizophrenic black incel who appears to have mistaken him for a real woman - killed by boyfriend - wasn’t even murdered - killed by a black homeless guy

came across this news story that I initially dismissed as a clumsy parody of the woke excesses of 2014 Vice but no they’re being serious

how it feels to try to do anything

amazing.

The World Professional Association For Transgender Health has disabled public access to its database of doctors. The move comes after a top surgeon associated with the organization was exposed as having connections to Jeffrey Epstein. reduxx.info/leading-transgen…

he went from being a rugged Chad to looking like a twink Peter Thiel would order to be killed for eavesdropping on a secret Palantir plot he wasn’t supposed to be privy to during a Bay Area sex party…………..

TEXAS WOMAN ARRESTED FOR "DISGUISED AS A MAN' TO ENTER ALL-MALE BBQ COMPETITION, WON FIRST PLACE

trans people are facing a genocide

please stop being mean to this guy. if bro tries to do a 41% cannonball off that bridge the resulting splash could cause a catastrophic flood that displaces millions

けしからん可愛さ😍 #フクロウカフェ #フクロウ

I regret to inform you that this guy actually exists in real life

aborting my adult down syndrome child by force feeding him the kool aid corn starch pineapple sardines I bought out of the trunk of a black woman’s nissan altima in the parking lot of a dollar general

The romanticization of downies is very weird to me. “Oh they’re so happy!” Yeah because they have an IQ of 34. People see little clips of the higher-functioning minority being cute online and then feel entitled to massively underestimate the amount of mental, social, financial, and medical resources it takes to raise them. This isn’t helped by the fact that the parents of profoundly disabled kids often try and offset the (very valid) guilt, disappointment, and burnout they feel by frantically pretending like their lives are great because farming praise for being “good people” and righteously dunking on parents who don’t want that for themselves are the only coping mechanisms they have. A profoundly disabled child is not a houseplant or kitten, and it isn’t a responsibility that ever ends. The vast majority of downies are not capable of obtaining even a mild degree of independence. You will be taking care of them until the day you die (and spend the last moments of your life worrying about who will take care of them when you’re gone). Imagine being 80 years old and still having to heat up nuggets for your 45 year old child, remind them to wash, tell them when to go to bed, etc… Imagine not being able to do literally anything without having to consider whether or not your downie labubu can join. Imagine never having grandchildren, or never being able to see your child go to college or get married. Fundamental experiences many look forward to, gone. It’s not like the cute little clips in the vast majority of cases. And this is all especially true if you have a male downie because once they hit puberty and adulthood, you now have all of the urges of a horny man trapped in the mind and body of someone with a no impulse control and superhuman retard strength. It’s all fun and games until your 300 pound adult son who has the intellectual capacity of a turnip whips his junk out in a Walmart and starts rubbing it on the My Little Pony display (I witnessed this once, absolutely horrifying scenes). All I’m saying is… If you want to be a downie parent - awesome. I wish you the best. I am sure there are plenty of profoundly disabled kids waiting to be adopted and you can put your money where your mouth is anytime. But I do not blame anyone who does not want that life for themselves and, crucially, recognizes they would not be good parents in that situation. At the very least, I respect the fact that they’re being honest, which seems to be something most people can’t do when it comes to the disabled.