Best compliment to date goes to @bryn "sleeping under the stars, daffodils, the smell of tomato plants. that's more like it"
Spectrogram software for windows: http://www.genderlife.com/gram50.zip
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Hi, you can call me Moth, Hannelore, Hanners, or you could stare into the night sky and dream of something better in your life.
I write poetry and work in the cloud. Rock climbing and power lifting are some of my hobbies.
In this essay, I will
don't tell anyone the punchline, just boost it along once it hits you
a take on deplatforming nazis
Antifascist action saves lives. Period.
If someone disagrees with some antifa group's methods, they're free to organize one with better strategies that are more effective at protecting people from fascist violence.
Yeah they completely missed the pretty clearly stated "your problems make it so I can't be a part of the family" and got a "we" style response so uhhh fuck my dad straight to hell.
If your daughter charges you with "you won't own up and fix your problems" don't come back with "hewp us please D:"
I got there and got into a yelling match with the coordinator. I was suppoy to throw the match and wasn't planning on it. I was still wearing the climbing shoes when I got to the locker room to change. For whatever reason there was loose popcorn in my backpack before. It was still there but my gear was mixed in. I woke up after trying to get all the pieces of my gear for a few minutes.
When I got back in the middle of winter. There was snow everywhere. I entered a friend's house and was sitting near a window after taking off my shoes and noticed there was a man outside harassing her. So I scrabbled off the floor and grabbed the closest shoes and chased him off. I had put on climbing shoes, but they did the job. I had to leave after that. I had a boxing match to get to. As someone else.
I found the globe, which I apparently left for myself there later. Seems like this whole 'place at the end of time' thing became a regular occurrence. There were a couple friends with me. Found California on the globe and after having to fake a few things to trick the guards while the portal loaded we all made it back.
I'd been running away from some bad sorts. And at some point met some time related folks. They'd warned me that my timeline had too many events. When I got to my timeline there were 1000s of me. Each one represented some step of every different thing I had been and will be throughout my life. I didn't stop to smell the roses. I was compelled to check a glove in the corner. There were others there, and I could tell that eventually they'd notice me and it'd be bad.
In a previous dream that somehow was unrelated portals were real, and I had somehow figured how to apply them to person sized objects accidentally. I was in California visiting old friends, and ended up in the English country side in a large house.
After some time meeting a few friends I realized I needed to get back asap. The problem is I couldn't set up a portal back in the US reliably. Things started going down, and instead of going somewhere else I escaped to my timeline.
Alb is a programming language created entirely in arabic, built to "[highlight] cultural biases of computer science and [challenge] the assumptions we make about programming."
lesbian andro dyke
gym rat muscle brat
Head in the clouds
A mastodon instance geared towards queer people and their allies. List of instances that are suspended or silenced on Queer Garden.