Shanzi
mxshanzi.bsky.social
Shanzi
@mxshanzi.bsky.social
Shawn, with a Z. Person of all trades. Cat wrangler. Disabled, anxious mess. ND. Queer. They/them. Goblin.
The past few years have been batshit and overwhelming. The past few months, in particular.

But you know what? I’m about to be a fucking homeowner, tf? Not only will we not be homeless but the house is about to be in my name. 💜
December 18, 2025 at 6:52 PM
God, I wish I could talk to my dad again.
December 18, 2025 at 12:30 AM
One of the most powerful feelings is realizing that the thing that scared everyone else away is the thing your person loves the most about you.
December 14, 2025 at 6:16 PM
Still so wild to me that my best friend in town is a rando my Dad met at his plug’s house. 😂
November 25, 2025 at 7:02 PM
My mama owes so much that the nursing home is trying to grab our house from under me.

I’m not doing okay right now.
November 24, 2025 at 6:11 PM
I used to think I was rain to my father’s thunder, but now I understand I was just brewing all this time.
November 12, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Random shoutout to a horse who really tested me in the 90s.

Gunnar. Ancient. Half blind. Too old for this shit. Tried to rub me off on any tree or fence he saw.

But he kept us both alive during jumping practice, and I learned to appreciate a challenge.
November 6, 2025 at 12:10 AM
And some days, your mama’s roomie won’t let you leave until you take their leftover pizza with you. 💜

I didn’t cry on the way home or anything. Hehehe
November 4, 2025 at 11:35 PM
As an autistic person dealing with the elder care system, I frequently have to ask friends if I’m being manipulated.

Our seniors don’t stand a fucking chance…
November 3, 2025 at 5:00 PM
Dirt road Halloween - when you damn near piss yourself laughing cause the wolves next door have a new Chucky doll to shred.

Chucky wouldn’t stand a chance. 🤣
November 1, 2025 at 12:05 AM
I don’t have a dog of my own, but I do walk a 14 yr old lab 5 days a week and when I say that dog thinks its Christmas when I’m there AND his human is… hehehe
October 25, 2025 at 11:32 PM
Ugh welp. Got reminded today that the very first baby I ever babysat, the lil redneck boy I half raised from 6 mos to 8 yrs committed exit by cop in his late teens…

One of the first things I plan on doin’ in Heaven is giving a noogie.
October 23, 2025 at 11:06 PM
Awww! I’m the piercing buddy now? I love that! And it’s an excuse to get some more holes, myself.
October 18, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Weird: No one remembers teaching baby me to read.
October 18, 2025 at 3:44 AM
I feel like we’re getting into the weeds of it now…

First time big sis and I’ve gotten drink together.
September 29, 2025 at 1:00 AM
I could take a moment for a lot of things, but tonight…

This space in time is for you, Daniel. It’s been 25+ years since we got the call that you were gone. Your aunkle knew before the phone rang, though. You were always supposed to be my fave baby boy.
September 29, 2025 at 12:12 AM
The most upsetting thing about my hysto was…

It changed my bellybutton. I was kinda mad at my surgeon. Ya couldn’t have shifted that incision down a millimeter?
September 21, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Shout out to my local humane society and spay clinic! I just got two of my five felines vaccinated and chipped for free 💜💜💜
September 20, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Oops. There’s that TikTok minefield when you’re scrolling and suddenly looking at a face that’s been gone for a year and a half but you still remember kissing that forehead for the last time. Oof. Hey, grief.
September 15, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Heh.

That time the family wedding in the sundown town started with every adult in one hotel room, cleaning guns and taking inventory on ammo. Yes, even my mayo mama.
September 12, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Some days, you’re just minding your own business and someone puts on Portishead. Guess my brain is just Roads now.
September 8, 2025 at 5:54 PM
That’s wild. I just realized I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to call 911.
September 8, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Hung out with a friend tonight while a storm was a’brewing. We sounded like a messed up percussion section with all the snaps, crackles and pops.
September 7, 2025 at 2:38 AM
The past two years have really revealed who I can and can’t count on IRL. It would be depressing if the ones who stayed weren’t just fucking amazing. Who needs fair weather friends? Psh.
September 6, 2025 at 7:55 AM
It’s been interesting to see my family start really understanding who I am lately.

They didn’t have a choice. Every mask I ever had on was obliterated when my bestiewife passed last year, and I don’t plan on putting them back on. I could never disrespect her memory by crawling back behind them.
September 6, 2025 at 12:10 AM