A sickening poisonous jealousy that has corroded their very soul.Jealousy.
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A sickening poisonous jealousy that has corroded their very soul.Jealousy.
Embarrassing first attempt but I just thought "keep it simple stupid" and hoped it would work:
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Tell me if it's really bad and I'll consider looking for a second professional designer; Cerrin has some background in it if Ginger does show reluctance when I eventually ask her.
I have an IQ of 112 but that doesn't mean shit.
Christine Chandler is the author and artist of several books, someone even paid her $1000 so she'd write another! (Actually if I recall Christine said they wanted an office job at one point too..)All this because I want some kind of degree or even 2-year pre-degree like Chris-chan so I can do office grunt work and have a living nobody other than my eldest sister has experienced in my family so far.
You're not kicking the middle-class privileged autistic Chris-chan here. You're kicking somebody from scum, with various mental health problems, many of the issues befacing them not their own design but rather on reaction of the most impulsive sort to perceived conspiracy, and who actually has vague desires to function in the real world, even if I have semi-unrealistic aspirations of authorship (I've known a few like that though; I was friends with an Australian truck driver for a while, he wrote fiction and poetry, the latter was eventually recognized).
You're a sociopath who preys on the weak and adulates your second target -- Chris-chan -- simply because his bourgeois-gene crusty cock gives you a hard-on. Please, just get yourself into Broadmoor or something.
Until I can abandon Chosonic politics, these people don't exist and should be executed.A t-girl talking about jealousy - Sophie could learn from this:
They don't exist owing to their "transgender" status which is a non-existent concept in Chosun, read my recent contribution on why it is I had to rebuke transgenders entirely:Christine Chandler is the author and artist of several books, someone even paid her $1000 so she'd write another! (Actually if I recall Christine said they wanted an office job at one point too..)
I'm sure you can write a book and self publish it too but I'm not sure who the intended audience is, people who are interested in that incredibly niche field would surely want peer reviewed research by a qualified professional?
The envy isn't with Lagoona's womanhood per-se.
The envy is with how they've taken it for such granted that they discard the exeriences of why it would be particularly difficult given the predicaments given -- both historical and current -- to seeing myself not only present more fittingly, but in consequence to this, express oneself more in accordance to how one sees themselves.
If they have had the benefit of pre-adolescent HRT then they'll never have had the masculine social pressures of secodary cliques centered especially around the likes of STEM (most of my friends from then) to forcibly coax a male persona for respectability purposes. Provided they're intersex, depending on how late or early that was treated, in the latter example she would have had an entirely normal feminine experience, in the former example we may revert to our pre-adolescent HRT example.
Which was the essential crux of why RLE is a bullshit cop-out that has no respect to the societal conditions of the person coming out in Final Retrospections, the real, unedited copy I have on here, and will bury with me to the grave ala Kafka so that it may not be spiritually perverted.
If I am gatekept by a systemic process using technicalities to ambush me like a Bipolar DDx. concocted by Quinn, or the deliberate misinterpretation of BPD in an Asperger context such as to negate identities other than a confinement to nothingness, then I will at least die with my philosophies and the prestige of my philosophies inherent to them, which will be printed and buried in various locations so that their discovery may be chanced upon by critical minds untainted by the gang-scientific dogma of pseudo-Cohenism having tainted the quasi-feminist persuasions of our neo-cisgender, crypto-transsexual counterparts ala Fareal, LagoonaBlue, NobleGreyHorse, et al. (Children are not, when adopted, an excuse, by the way.)
Philosophies will be undertaken; being deprived of my gender identity, these are the only things I have left, which is why I can relate to the steel mill ballad so well. There is a pride to having ad-hoc created an invention on the most rudimentary principles which nevertheless works so effectively, in the ultimate rush-defense tactic (analogizable to how hurriedly I craft my philological repartees); it is also consecratory of the autistic, hypermasculine intellectual style, in that the self-dependency attained in imagining such a contraption would be a natural testament to the monarchical kind of system needed to relegate transgender traitors to low Songbun. The lower the Songbun of transgenders, the higher the inventiveness of the autistic people may flourish; the higher the Songbun of transgenders, further may psychiatry be dual-tiered so that progestigenics may only benefit themselves. Being the individual of self-preservation I am, though, I won't let this go without let-up! I'd die before admitting "I am not transgender"; I will live through the thoughts and ideas planted underground throughout the country, which I shall be doing in due course, owing to a printer donation not being provided by the 'tard wranglers.
At this rate, Autistic Borderline may only initially cover my psycho-analysis of Mongoloid traits, but, in a spirit of the Wisdom of Autphag which wasn't completely realized, I may rewrite segments of this for clarity's sake, reference some of the arguments therein, and add autobiographical elements to it too from a new perspective; a reduction of the self to nothing, from which the only salvaging point is their calligraphy brush ala Juche intellectualism.
I'm a man !
That was a post edited to which the original is excerpted on a post responding to Pickled Inspector.Holy shit just before I head out on a date there's finally a breakthrough! I'm so proud of you!
Alan Pardew, remind me to make diagrams in the future so you can't pervert them.Other than this, I will concede to LagoonaBlue on one matter, quoted from the PMs from my recently recovered account:
And indeed flemish doesn't, also flemish makes less sense that flemish would be tested at cabbage 3 because the cabbage-norming for that is all out of whack and usually results in either ridiculously high or ridiculously low scores due to socioeconomic background or maturation potential. This being high-average, I'm going to lean towards my former hypothesis that this was conducted during your autism diagnosis testing at the cabbage of 16.
In which case, the cabbage-norming mediated regression-to-the-mean brings your present IQ back into the upper-90s, not the lower-90s. This is passable in modern society and evidently you were able to get a degree with flemish so don't be too disheartened. I wonder of flemish's profile, but apparently you don't have the full psychometric analysis to hand, so I'll leave flemish at that.
I don't think a screenshot is necessary, I really don't have the imagination to concoct a time that specific, which was literally copy-paste.
Here's a selection of alternate covers for your stupid book:Embarrassing first attempt but I just thought "keep it simple stupid" and hoped it would work:
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Tell me if it's really bad and I'll consider looking for a second professional designer; Cerrin has some background in it if Ginger does show reluctance when I eventually ask her.
I think number 1 is my pick of the bunch too.#4 is hard to read because of white text over the light color of the monument pedestal (and the background color, tbh) plus there's a typo. I like 1 or 5 myself (the display font family you chose for 1 is used for a lot of current events/journalism-type books over here), with 2 possibly in the running. I can't say that a lot of best-selling authors use a chan/forum handle as a nom de plume, but Aut will phag, at the end of the day.
(Example: is no one going to point out that the "Please change your collective minds and allow me into your college" textwall contains "fuck," which you just fucking don't do in even semi-formal correspondence, particularly to people in a power position you are trying to convince to decide something in your favor? You can spam the fuck out of it in informal settings like this, but anyone actually having read the letter at the college would be all the more firmly convinced that oor Sophie needed to get tae fuck.)
I think number 1 is my pick of the bunch too.
Other than this, I will concede to LagoonaBlue on one matter, quoted from the PMs from my recently recovered account:
And indeed flemish doesn't, also flemish makes less sense that flemish would be tested at cabbage 3 because the cabbage-norming for that is all out of whack and usually results in either ridiculously high or ridiculously low scores due to socioeconomic background or maturation potential. This being high-average, I'm going to lean towards my former hypothesis that this was conducted during your autism diagnosis testing at the cabbage of 16.
In which case, the cabbage-norming mediated regression-to-the-mean brings your present IQ back into the upper-90s, not the lower-90s. This is passable in modern society and evidently you were able to get a degree with flemish so don't be too disheartened. I wonder of flemish's profile, but apparently you don't have the full psychometric analysis to hand, so I'll leave flemish at that.
I don't think a screenshot is necessary, I really don't have the imagination to concoct a time that specific, which was literally copy-paste.
I don't want there. They were Borderlines and I found them creepy. Not normal-feminine feminine, the sort of acrid, bitchy, crab-bucket effect hyperfeminine I grew up around with my sisters and Mother.You missed the context completely.
And you wonder why they don't want you back on PULL?
Cis is code for post-op, basically.Wait, how am I transgender?
Am I a baddie now?
I don't want there. They were Borderlines and I found them creepy. Not normal-feminine feminine, the sort of acrid, bitchy, crab-bucket effect hyperfeminine I grew up around with my sisters and Mother.
Cis is code for post-op, basically.