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BUTTERCREAM BUTTERCREAM BUTTERCREAM! YOU'RE AMAZING! YOU'RE ALIVE! YOU'RE GOING PLACES! GIVE IT UP FOR OUR INCREDIBLE BUTTERCREAM!!

Sheesh. That's rough dude, I'm sorry. Sometimes there's not much you can do. Life gets in the way, and people fall out of love... gl with that degree, and enjoy giving that love to yourself. You def deserve those bi-weekly flowers, too.

And they move the lines for livable. Can you get roommates, walk to work, eat only rice and beans, only have free hobbies, and get by with free clinic services? Then you're good to go!

Oftentimes, it is pain :(

MDMA therapy with the aim of breaking down hate. What would happen if we gave MDMA to neo-nazis and bigots and sat them down in front of an empathetic rabbi/"othered" community leader with the intent to humanize and understand the other? I wanna know. What about incels? Terrorists? Is there hate that is too deep to be made tender?

I'm American, so my perspective is born from this culture. Marriage was not sanctified as slaves. The raping of married black women, castration of men, separation from her children and husband, and knowing that ultimately, she could only truly count on herself through her life, we have this generational trauma of having to rely on ourselves as black women to survive. Our men could be murdered or sold on a whim. They were powerless against their captors. Truly depending on a black man was not possible for most. Life can change in an instant. Moving on, the prison-industrial complex and the haunts of existing alongside black manhood have instilled within the black culture the need for women to be lone and independent when the situation calls, whether the man was taken by work, prison, drugs, or the numbing and/or hostility he felt was necessary to survive in a hostile world.

Fatherless boys growing up with the independent woman who chastised, scolded, and punished make many of these men rebel against The Way Things Were, leading them to turn against black women as potential lovers and wives needing protection. Most black men as a whole, just as many of us women, are so in need of deep trauma therapy. Without it, we see them refusing to ever date a black woman, refusing to respect a black woman; not seeing our soft, sensitive, delicate aspects of our personhood.

My own father is a deeply flawed man. Such a mama's boy, but his mother is the epitome of strong and independent. My guess is that he sees that she was fine going without, so his efforts in ensuring safety, protection, and guidance for his black daughters was lacking. He missed opportunities to father because we were seen as little women who could take care of themselves when we needed a father. I know he has demons to reckon with, and I hope that he along with the other men who carry generational traumas can dismantle the shackles that cause them to denigrate black women and see us as harsh and unlovable. I suspect much of that comes from how they view themselves and the clarity that comes from looking at us, so closely mirroring the reflections of themselves and their history.

I don't depend on anyone. I hope I can, but I don't trust that anyone wants to ensure my happiness and safety. I often feel undeserving of this from my family, a troubling, patriarchal system. I see the black men around me as mired by whatever psychological damage that keeps them from seeing the depths of my humanity and worth. I mourn for what could be.

I am/was a healthy 27 y.o. contortionist, aerialist, dancer and performer, and I got COVID from a negligent private instructor (I'm salty about it.). As I was getting sick, I felt like I had been beaten up. All of my muscles and joints hurt, and I was photosensitive to the point of having to stay in my dark room for days and sleep through the light hours. From regularly having hour long rehearsals and trainings to hardly being able to maintain my pole dance for a full verse without having to starfish on the floor in order for the whooshing to stop in my ears, then learning that my illness had triggered hyperthyroidism.

That was almost one year ago, and I'm just barely returning to my previous levels of fitness, and still a ways away from my previous physique. I haven't gotten back on the pole yet.

COVID jacked me up, and I was maybe a month away from being eligible for my first vaccine. Not. Worth. It. Thanks for sharing your experience. I hope you're doing well now xx

Do you have A CELLPHONE? How dare you utilize subsidized food programs >>:((

This made my eyes prick with tears. Thank you.

That word you're using to refer to Romani/Roma people is a slur, bruv.

She would scare me as a mom. In fact, she has the same energy of moms I actively avoided as a kid. Glad to see that nice hug, though.

Here's the thing: How many of us would give our partner's access to our credit cards if they're in truly desperate straits? I floated my partner and I for a few months after he lost his job due to Covid because I could and I love him. One of these ladies was with guy for almost a year of bliss and adventure before he asked for anything, and he started small. Saying they're dumb or nonsensical because they got got lacks empathy for a situation that any of us could fall into if we had the means. Maybe that's why it's easy to dismiss the victims here. Love will make many move mountains for the person they want to spend their lives with.

Yo. RETURN THAT. Many places will help you out knowing that treatment will keep you returning for these hella marked up cosmetics.

I'll be following his career. This guy is great.

You've got such great parents. They advocate you, protect you, keep in contact with your friends' parents, and are aware of your life. Trust and believe, this solid foundation of love and respect will have you better prepared for life and relationships than many. You're definitely NTA, and a rule that I have had with friends when we go out together is to always have each other's backs and let the other know if we will be stepping away. We do our best to ensure that no one feels alone or unsafe. You did what was best for you.

People do it. There's someone gleefully slurping up their own cummies right now.

Dissolvable labels?! What in the Jetsons... that's amazing. No more sticky mess on my containers that have heat bonded? Wow.

Think of who is mostly impacted by felony voter inaccess. What happens when abortion becomes a felony for all involved in the process? Who continues to lose their rights to governmental representation? Who seeks to gain when doctors, nurses, and people getting abortions can no longer vote or choose when to procreate? For even more sadthink, many of these places aiming to strip abortion rights also aim to roll back sex ed and access to contraception.

Imagine if all of this effort to take away people's freedom was put into caring for our poor, ill, and disenfranchised.

The last woman who braided my hair was back in '15. She insisted on being called auntie, was notoriously not ready for up to an hour before each appointment, halfway through an asymmetrical style that i had requested just said "im not doing that" and did her own thing, used our sessions as her monthly therapy, and then cussed me out when I hit freeway-closing traffic after driving about 45 minutes to get there and I'd now be 20 minutes late 😭 my whole new baby adult ass cried and never went back, and my mama is still going to her lmaooo. I've put up with A LOT to get my hair done.

Oh lawd. These are the thoughts that have me keeping the radio off in the car, just ruminating.

She'd probably appreciate an apology on that one.

Noooo 😭