I liked when the autism symbol was a puzzle piece. It just made sense to me, it had great marketing and was super obvious. You knew right away puzzle piece = autism, because nobody else used anything remotely similar. It was childlike, it was colorful (but not TOO colorful,) it lended itself to tiling patterns or individual symbols, it could be printed in black and white or in lineart format, and for a disorder that's first diagnosed in children who are, typically, obsessed with toys/figuring things out, a PUZZLE piece is perfect!
But then everyone realized Autism Speaks, the charity whose logo that was, sucked, and then someone had the bright fucking idea to change the autism symbol to a rainbow gradient infinity sign, which is just shit. It looks like a gay rights symbol, not an autism one. There are way too many colors to print, and it'd look like nothing in black and white, and just an infinity symbol means literally fucking anything. You might as well have a blank ribbon as your logo. I hate it.
There are so many, too many, individual "subtle" signals for disabilities here in the states. Spoons, teal pumpkins, semicolons, random fucking flowers, it's all too much. Any random thing is a symbol for a disability, because some boomer on Facebook 5 states over said so and it got shared just enough that now you can't have any kind of unique or strange object without it being some kind of secret code for "actually my leg doesn't work after I hit it with hammers."
You reminded me of the asexual "community" (personally I think not wanting to fuck anyone ever is an absurd thing to base a community on but that's beside the point) adopting cake as their symbol, the reasoning being "rather eat cake than have sex" and I've come across cake-themed asexual merch before in shops that sell pride shit alongside their typical lineup of cutesy accessories and junk, and if I'm not mistaken that's one of Staph's many contradictory labels so you'd think she'd be all over it, also considering she can't stop stuffing her face with snacks.
She doesn’t have any wet food because she exclusively feeds Siggy biscuits, and she’s not going to go out of her way to walk to the store and get some wet food because she’s not going to go and do something for someone (or thing) that isn’t herself.
Like practically everything else about Staph her love of cats is so superficial - she just likes to look at them and go "daww cute kitty" and share photos/memes but has demonstrated she completely lacks the ability to feel genuine love for any other living creature. Siggy is just another prop for her and a way to get attention on the internet. And since it's the internet kweer kommunity she desires attention from the most, why didn't she just grab photos of a random cat from elsewhere on the internet and say it was hers? As ridiculous as all her other LARPs (like her countless genders, religions and laughably poor attempts to have a culture) are, the cat-lady one is up there as one of the worst because she's using it to neglect an animal.
As ridiculous as all her other LARPs (like her countless genders, religions and laughably poor attempts to have a culture) are, the cat-lady one is up there as one of the worst because she's using it to neglect an animal.
And the "so many indoor plants lol" meme is thriving in a way it never has. She could have easily and cheaply gone the "apartment full of plants" route, which would tie in with her Druid branding much better, look cool in the background of her ~rituals~, and be judgement-proof if a plant died or something.
And the "so many indoor plants lol" meme is thriving in a way it never has. She could have easily and cheaply gone the "apartment full of plants" route, which would tie in with her Druid branding much better, look cool in the background of her ~rituals~, and be judgement-proof if a plant died or something.
Or herself, you just know she'd be an idiot and try and grow ~mystikal herbs~ that are poisonous as shit and then try to make tea of them or something. I strongly feel that the only reason she even bothers growing plants outside is because she can make her mom do the upkeep, so thankfully an apartment full of plants is almost certainly more than she's willing to take care of.
People who have a legitimate green thumb have gorgeous living spaces, but that's not in the cards for our druid.
Oh, yeah: I meant she could have become a "plant lady" instead of going on her cat fraud caper.
It's better for an attention source too. You can get a new plant every week, be a rebel and steal cuttings from Home Depot or trade them with other plant people, etc. She could use this to talk about her herbal wisdom, teas she's making, plants she IDs in the parking lot. And I'm sure you can do witchy stuff if you place the right plants in the right direction window and put a crystal in it, but I'm not a Druid witch ghostfucker so no specifics for you.
There's a lot of conversation in plants, and nobody is ever going to say "hey what happened to that Wandering Dude cutting from last week" when you messed it up and it rotted. Even if someone happens to remember, you're definitely not getting a callout post because you killed a plant.
I guess it's the same as asking why Stephanie doesn't wear a cool cloak for her wizard routine and spend more time applying her runes; she's got all this postproduction in her head and doesn't see herself as a fat sped in Walmart leisure wear with an unremarkable, neglected cat in the background.
Oh, yeah: I meant she could have become a "plant lady" instead of going on her cat fraud caper.
It's better for an attention source too. You can get a new plant every week, be a rebel and steal cuttings from Home Depot or trade them with other plant people, etc. She could use this to talk about her herbal wisdom, teas she's making, plants she IDs in the parking lot. And I'm sure you can do witchy stuff if you place the right plants in the right direction window and put a crystal in it, but I'm not a Druid witch ghostfucker so no specifics for you.
There's a lot of conversation in plants, and nobody is ever going to say "hey what happened to that Wandering Dude cutting from last week" when you messed it up and it rotted. Even if someone happens to remember, you're definitely not getting a callout post because you killed a plant.
I guess it's the same as asking why Stephanie doesn't wear a cool cloak for her wizard routine and spend more time applying her runes; she's got all this postproduction in her head and doesn't see herself as a fat sped in Walmart leisure wear with an unremarkable, neglected cat in the background.
She seems the type to grow carnivorous plants, honestly. But she also seems the type to try hand feeding the poor thing herself, inevitably killing it. I feel like if she'd ever get to visit a greenhouse or a plant nursery, she might enjoy it. It'd even be good for her. It's not even an expensive hobby and she might even get a cheap thrill out of "rescuing" various cuttings from her neighbors or Walmart or something.
But. Like. You're right. There really does seem like a whole swath of hobbies that should, in theory, appeal to her. Maybe it's indicative of her whole persona being a charade. Who knows.
I haven't been thinking about it on purpose, but I've been picturing her stink as the smell of a particular gaming store in my town that has 50% of the floor space devoted to tables, and has carpet. Like someone who doesn't bathe, but doesn't exert themselves enough to sweat either. Kind of moldering , with hints of the pillow after you've been in bed sick.
IIRC she mentioned a vet visit and the cat being overweight, but my assumption was that her dad was involved and she might not have even gone. (If she'd gone herself, she would have had a lot more to dump and probably tell us about winning souls with a vet tech who had a rainbow badge or a pentacle tattoo.)
This cat was adopted from an actual rescue with paperwork--policies vary, but sometimes a cat comes with a free vet visit, and questions if you don't use it.
I reckon the 3 main smells will be mildewed clothes that haven't been dried properly, dandruff, and that weird incredibly sweet smell that really fat smelly women have, that I think is in some way- other than the more regular odour of that nature-vaginal in origin, but I refuse to think more upon.
-If she's been recently scrubbed and parentally laundered, then add in the honk of Head and Shoulders plus pungent fabric softener, on top of rather than instead of, everything aforementioned.
I hate when men lie about "being intersex" in order to try and legitimize their dumbass crossdressing fetishes.
Kristine Coons is a married Mormon father of four who met his wife at BYU. His "intersex" condition is congenital hypogonadotropic hypogonadism which effects the pituitary gland, but does not make him a magical-third-sex-androgynous-girlbeing, nor does it mean he has a woman soul trapped in a man body. It also doesn't mean that his sex is in anyway ambiguous, as he was able to marry and impregnate a straight woman (also look at his hairline lol). Interestingly, this condition can cause infertility in males via a low sperm count, but I guess Mr. Kristine was able to avoid this symptom. It's a rare condition that can present in a variety of ways and can affect both men and women. It's difficult to say if Mr. Kristine even experienced "disordered" sexual development, since was able to go through puberty, grow into adulthood, get married, and have four kids all before transitioning. He dropped the trans bomb on his wife in 2014 after crying a whole lot.
Source: https://archive.ph/9Xdz0
that weird incredibly sweet smell that really fat women have that I think is in some, other than the more regular odour of that nature , vaginal in origin, but I refuse to think more upon.
From surface area, I think it's largely the smell of skin breakdown from intertrigo in the folds.
I've run into very obese women who smelled surprisingly like undercooked school pizza, due to the combination of yeast plus the sharp sweet tang of wet, open rash, plus that oniony spice note of marinated vag. This was the effect when presented with the person nude or in a gown, though; clothing mutes some smells, retains and adds others.
I hate that I know exactly what you're talking about and now have to consider that our hairy-babbler'd damsel is the exact demographic who DOES smell like that.
It's such a distinct, gut-punch repulsive smell. It's the same sort of smell as an infected wound, or a dead mouse somewhere in the walls. Creepy sweet-smoke-meat-ROT smell. Eugh.
From surface area, I think it's largely the smell of skin breakdown from intertrigo in the folds.
I've run into very obese women who smelled surprisingly like undercooked school pizza, due to the combination of yeast plus the sharp sweet tang of wet, open rash, plus that oniony spice note of marinated vag. This was the effect when presented with the person nude or in a gown, though; clothing mutes some smells, retains and adds others.
Ughh the yeast one is a special one too.
Smells like a fucking poisonous, the very element of Brown Bread.
But this odour im thinking of - it smells like someone had spilt some strawberry flavoured vape juice, or a bottle of Lucozade, into their clothed, and then the sugar had gooped up and crystallised. SO strongly sweet.
I've got a super weak gag reflex for smells now. As soon as I register a smell as bodily, thats me retching. A mixture of the mystery of what exactly, with the knowledge that it is bodily, is enough to flip the stomach in milliseconds and once the process of retching starts, it can't be reversed.
Didn't used to be this bad. I think it's to do either smoking and having a chest full of crap?it tugs at the bottom of your diaphragm. Like there's not enough space once it starts contracting, because it's too full of phlegm?
Annecdotaly, I've known other smokers who have developed a hair trigger gag reflex with age.
I swear I didn't used to vomit at peoples gross BO until very recently tho.
I flat out couldn't be a nurse etc for this reason. I can't see it being something that I'd "get used to", like you do with a lot of stuff in those jobs.
that weird incredibly sweet smell that really fat smelly women have, that I think is in some way- other than the more regular odour of that nature-vaginal in origin, but I refuse to think more upon.
But this odour im thinking of - it smells like someone had spilt some strawberry flavoured vape juice, or a bottle of Lucozade, into their clothed, and then the sugar had gooped up and crystallised. SO strongly sweet.
I think it's diabetes that you guys smell.
When you're diabetic, your body doesn't break down sugars correctly. You don't get nourished from food, so your brain still says you're hungry, so you overeat and get fat. PLUS, since you're not properly absorbing the nutrients from the food to begin with, more of it sticks around as fat instead of doing what it's supposed to do in your body. Then your blood, sweat, and urine have sugar in them (that's how they used to test for diabetes, was drinking pee to see if it was sweet, fun fact) because the body's gotta put it somewhere, and that causes even more problems. When you have sugary sweat and rolls of fat, it creates the perfect breeding ground for the intertrigo that lives on your skin naturally and causes chronic yeast infections, which have their own smell as well.
When my little sister was first diagnosed with diabetes, I swore up and down she smelled like maple syrup. Turned out that was her body putting out ketones. Even into adulthood, she was sweet, which drove her insane during ant season when they got into the house and bit her all over because ants love sweet things. I'm just glad she doesn't have to deal with it anymore.
You don't have to drink it; you can just spit the pee out again. That way you have room for more, like at a wine tasting!
The sweetness is the "mellitus" part of diabetes mellitus; diabetes insipidus is the one with urine that's so dilute it's bland. You have to use the diagnostic tools you have in your era; ancient India included "ants are drawn to the urine" as a symptom of DM, but not to imply that you didn't have to taste it yourself.
But ancient medical history and healing herbalism from the middle ages and previous: yet another thing Druids aren't into, it turns out.
(sorry for being off topic but)
I tried looking up when this started and almost immediately came across this on the "official website"
"Mr. Krabs, what inspired you to start a hidden disabilities initiative?"
I think it's diabetes that you guys smell.
When you're diabetic, your body doesn't break down sugars correctly. You don't get nourished from food, so your brain still says you're hungry, so you overeat and get fat. PLUS, since you're not properly absorbing the nutrients from the food to begin with, more of it sticks around as fat instead of doing what it's supposed to do in your body. Then your blood, sweat, and urine have sugar in them (that's how they used to test for diabetes, was drinking pee to see if it was sweet, fun fact) because the body's gotta put it somewhere, and that causes even more problems. When you have sugary sweat and rolls of fat, it creates the perfect breeding ground for the intertrigo that lives on your skin naturally and causes chronic yeast infections, which have their own smell as well.
When my little sister was first diagnosed with diabetes, I swore up and down she smelled like maple syrup. Turned out that was her body putting out ketones. Even into adulthood, she was sweet, which drove her insane during ant season when they got into the house and bit her all over because ants love sweet things. I'm just glad she doesn't have to deal with it anymore.
She can't be that active gardening, because she never talks about it or posts pictures of it. You know damn well she would be sperging about it if she was. So it's just a load of reading, which I imagine is thumbing through books to find anything queer in there.
Gross. Especially after she talked about her trans friend who blacked out drunk in her apartment.
Blue Sky:
I have no clue what she's on about. I guess no one else understood the 'joke' as she has no comments or likes.
'I only want things for free, thanks!'
Bring back the peepeepoopoo vocal stim.
She would support Musk, eh?
What an absolutely unrelated and mental thing to say. I bet that person didn't expect someone to live for their imaginary friends over their own family members and cat.
But yet you still sexualise a man who killed brown and gay men.
I checked Facebook and couldn't see any evidence of this interaction (although I don't have a Facebook account to be nosy with). There was this, though:
'We try to appear politically neutral.'
Waiting for Staph to reply to this person accusing them of being a troll from the farms.
Relieved, but still finding something to moan about.
She was spewing nonsense on the Dahmer subreddit:
Someone commented, 'Was Jeff autistic?' and she replied:
He was never officially diagnosed, but I'm autistic, and I see parallels between us on many points.
I have alexithymia. It made my relationship with my parents very difficult because I couldn't verbally convey my gratitude for the things they did for me.
I also felt extremely isolated from other people and focused on my special interests and hyperfixations as a means of interaction. People would then be annoyed with me because I could only talk about the same things over and over. They also disliked me because they thought I was a know it all and a teacher's pet.
I began to withdraw from others at around 14 or 15. I developed severe anxiety and paranoia because I thought that everyone secretly hated me, even if they were nice to my face. I spiraled into a psychotic episode in which I began to see my "twin sister" following me around. This was actually just a version of me that I could use to express my emotions, which was mostly anger.
Considering that I was also questioning my gender identity, I also developed another "personality" that was a man named V.
Over the years, I grew increasingly more angry and used the anonymity of the internet to vent my rage, because I couldn't do so verbally.
And I also dealt with endless thoughts of violence mingled with sex.
So yes, I know exactly how it feels to use maladaptive fantasy to cope with reality, to repress your feelings so much that they are unleashed upon random people, and to be scared of your own thoughts and feelings.
Because of my own experiences, I'm confident that Jeff was autistic. When you’re dealing with other psychiatric issues, it complicates them further, because you don't have an outlet.
It's incredibly TMI and 'no one asked', but fascinating. A lot of it is past tense, but we know it is still currently how she acts and thinks.
So yes, I know exactly how it feels to use maladaptive fantasy to cope with reality,
Such as larping that you're married to the ghost of the man you are talking about.
I spiraled into a psychotic episode in which I began to see my "twin sister" following me around. This was actually just a version of me that I could use to express my emotions, which was mostly anger. Considering that I was also questioning my gender identity, I also developed another "personality" that was a man named V.
I began to withdraw from others at around 14 or 15. I developed severe anxiety and paranoia because I thought that everyone secretly hated me, even if they were nice to my face
We don't have much info on her early years, do we? I wonder if she behaved similarly to how she does now. I can definitely see people playing nice to avoid a chimp out.
There's also an interesting narrative of needing to control people's thoughts, as well as their actions. IE, it doesn't matter if you're nice, you need to think nice things too. That's a behavior which I think has definitely persisted in Steph.
IIRC "Mads Nielsen" is one of the kids who got nonconsensually time-traveled in the Netflix show Dark, but I never actually watched it so go off, Grandma Stephanie.
Presumably Mamdani is talking about some platform issue that was previously brought up in 1986; everything I know about East Coast local politics is without my consent.
More likely it's other cues like temperature, sweating, behavior; hypoglycemia happens faster and is more of an immediate risk. I completely believe that dogs notice these things in their humans, but at the same time I'm skeptical of people claiming they have a service dog specifically for blood glucose issues, now that CGMs are attainable. Seizure dogs, sure; can't set up phone notifications for an oncoming seizure. But I don't think it's brittle diabetics with glucose dogs; I think it's mostly service dog-wanters who found a good invisible illness to piggyback on.
What an absolutely unrelated and mental thing to say. I bet that person didn't expect someone to live for their imaginary friends over their own family members and cat.
"I sure love my family." *slams door open* "I LOVE MY GHOST HUSBANDS AND GODS BUT I'M WILLING TO ADMIT, NO PROMPTING WHATSOEVER, THAT THEY COULD BE FAKE."
There's a niche cow I follow, Ernest Tomlinson (no relation), who uses this MO all the time on Bluesky and Mastodon. He either posts engagement bait and then dumps all his real crazy and fake plural on them, or he finds someone posting about something and starts interjecting bizarre questions/accusations that only have relevance to himself. He found some guy (also a gay/trans furry, mind) posting about perfume analysis, and barged in telling the rando furry how to deal with when the scents inevitably made him dissociate into plural headmate trauma. Ernest is better than Stephanie at getting engagement, though, either through target selection or actually asking them (insane) questions.
With Stephanie we have a conversation foul here, but also that seems like a really weird admission of lack of faith, especially if you're leading with "my entire identity revolves around ghosts and gods."
Stephanie might be having a hard time articulating herself and mean that she believes but if other people don't believe, they should still be happy she's happy. I'm not the one with a Master's degree though so don't ask me about written clarity.
It's a shame Stephanie is allergic to fandom, because just off the top of my head I can think of two male characters named "V" with identity issues whom she could have a great time kinning with.
