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Aaden Friday
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writer | artist | plant parent | trans non-binary | pronouns: they/them
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Black text over a white background that reads, "Things I Hate, 1. It 2. Here"
January 29, 2025 at 11:19 PM
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But some Council members on the committee — all of whom are Democrats or members of the progressive Working Families Party — indicated they wanted to hear more from the administration on its plan to protect immigrants and other marginalized groups. “My biggest concern is our own preparedness, particularly given the lack of information we’ve heard coming from the administration regarding their approach to Trump,” said Councilmember Kendra Brooks, who also noted that key administrative positions, including the director of the Office of LGBTQ+ Affairs and the director of the Office of Immigrant Affairs, are vacant.
January 22, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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Unlike you, I get my news from a reliable source
Rose Nylund from The Golden Girls wearing a blue blazer and holding a microphone.
January 9, 2025 at 10:55 PM
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"You will be visited by three spirits."

The Spirits:
Blanche, Rose, and Dorothy from "The Golden Girls"
December 25, 2024 at 3:43 PM
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The energy I am bringing to 2025
Skeletor in front of an orange background holding a martini in one hand, and a cocktail stick with olives in the other up to his face. The olives line up with his eye holes. The caption reads, I'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual.
November 22, 2024 at 7:25 PM
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I haven't read this in years, and I didn't need to read it to remember because it's been replaying in my mind all week. Now my body is reacting like it just happened 30 minutes ago. Hoping the white noise returns soon. 😮‍💨
“I am not a man,” I sternly stated to the woman blocking my way. “I don’t care,” was her reply. Angry and shaken, I remained and said, “This is supposed to be a gender-neutral restroom.” “I don’t care about your 2016 opinions.” “Fuck you,” I said. I left the bathroom and then I left the bar. What was the point — why do this to someone? Following a person into the only bathroom with a lock on the door, physically blocking them, screaming in their face, and forcing them to leave, wasn’t stopping an injustice — it was perpetrating one. In that space between anguish and anger — the tense-chested breath where memory and reality collide — there is neither still nor quiet. That is the only noise you desperately seek to stifle, but the body won’t let you; the mind has no off-switch. On is the only option. Then, one day, it fades. It will come back in unexpected intervals, at inopportune times, but the constant rhythm of feeling, of remembering over and over and over again weaves itself into the background, becoming part of the white noise that blankets you on those sunless days.
November 21, 2024 at 5:12 PM