Time for a second trip to Pittsburgh to attend the furry convention

like yeah, there is so much pain and suffering in the world. But there's a bunch of people who like playing a game together. Everything will be okay

I think being so wrapped up in my career has interrupted my ability to appreciate the kinds of spaces of human goodwill exist out there with 0 pressure to be anything except just a guy (gender neutral) who likes A Game

Just being on the outside looking in, it's like a liminal space of everyone having a generally good time and having fun being competitive. Everyone is just there to play a card game. Nobody's even that mad when they lose

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The worst part of this is that I made the decision to be a helper. It was because of fawning, but I still made that choice. I can only blame myself for this burden

had a nap yesterday and dreamt that I broke down on a street corner, telling someone that I'm exhausted with others' expectations of me. Last night, I dreamt that it was my first day back at work and I pulled into the parking lot to see that the office building was gone

crazy how this got flagged, but the post I just saw on my feed about needing to be slapped in the face by a huge 🐔 apparently didn't

Big win for bisexuals who live in NYC this week

You can also "purchase" pride flags. This IOP knows their target audience: mentally ill queers and weebs

They said it couldn't be done. Yet here we are, on social media, not hating our lives

Effect: wife who yearns to a bizarre and unexplained extent

Cause: Marshmallo★Yummy

oh good!! Did she also advise you to ask me to be your proxy to face Hector in mortal combat

Me: I would know you blind. I would know you in the dark. I would know you in death, at the end of the world. I carry your spear in my hand and will perish at the hands of your enemies with your name on my lips.
My man:
My man: I make video essays about Yugioh

Never utter Brisket's name in our four walls again