probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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can we pleasee please please stop fucking fearmongering and blaming trans men for the predstrogen situation. please god. posts about "trans men teaming up with terfs to get trans women banned!" with zero sources all over my dash. blaming "transandrophobia truthers" for all the transmisogyny. have you all lost your fucking minds?? what the fuck happened to t4t??? what the fuck happened to trans solidarity??? why is "transfem separatism" even a subject worth entertaining????
anyone who says other trans people are the enemy is a fucking fed. jesus christ
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Okay so this turned into a bit of a vent post, so I guess I'll put a read-more thing to spare yall 😅
I know it's a big mistake, but since I went on Facebook for the first time in ages, I've been periodically checking it out over and over. Seeing all of these people who I used to know at a much different time going out there and living their lives, growing up, being adults with their own lives and doing things... idk, i think something about it just fucks me up a little .-.
Like, that's the normal thing that you're supposed to do in your 20's. They're not still living at home anymore. They're all making their own families. They're out there, actually living life. They're not stuck in the same shitty home they grew up in, they're not letting their own trauma dictate their life, they're not constantly reminiscing and grieving their own lost youth... Yet here I am. utterly lost and alone. This should be the time of my life where I do something. Anything. Instead, I just stay where I am, rotting in this same "home" that I've been in for far too long...
I can't help but think that this is not how things should've been. I should've kept going to school. I should've moved the fuck out of here by now. I should be out there, actually living life. Instead, I just sit here, stuck in the past, stuck at a dead-end job, not able to see a clear future for myself...
Idk where the fuck I went wrong. Didn't I used to have things to aspire to:??? Didn't I used to have dreams and plans for the future??? I honestly can't even remember. I shouldn't be here... I feel like I wasn't meant to live for this long, that I should've just ended it when I had the chance... maybe then I wouldn't feel this fucking guilt and disgust with myself..... It's all just so much. I don't even know how to live without just barely surviving all of this bullshit....
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(fengqing 🏹⚔️)
the way that mq HAS to be weird about everything is one of his cute charms...xl is bestie so he's used to it....fx still gets tricked by it every time bc he has one (1) braincell and hes using it to love and cherish mq
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fx placed his phone on the side so he can record that moment but mq already noticed it so he didnt get caught off guard 🙄🙄💁♀️
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