So, my boyfriend is very sick. The kind of sick that could kill him. And, you know us, we’ve been dying for longer than we really got to live. They’ve been wrong about him before, just like they’ve been wrong about me. But, this is one of those super fucking scary ones. And like all the super fucking scary ones before it, it’s distinctly possible ( Read more... )

There are two valid reasons for knocking on my door ( Read more... )

So, I need a straight razor prop for this scene I'm working on. 3ds? Sure. I can turn that into an obj. I don't need the materials, just the model. And I find one for $1! Now, I've got stuff from TurboSquid before, but always just free stuff, and I've never had a problem with it. Until today, and the most bloody useless conversation with support I' ( Read more... )

Ok, so, my man dannydarkne55 and his family are about to lose the house. It's to the point where he's working a shite job for £2 an hour in addition to his regular job, and they're having to sell the car. This is not at all an ok place for anyone to be.

This means that I'm selling art-garbage for a cause, now. First things to go are the three framed prints ( Read more... )

I have noticed, in conversation, that transgender individuals I have known have at some point identified themselves as men or women with a deformity. This has led to accusations that they believe that all people of their birth sex are ugly or deformed. I have always known this was not correct, but until today, I couldn't find a way to articulate it ( Read more... )

So, it has come to my attention repeatedly, in the last few weeks, that there is this completely perverse desire to wholly distance oneself from objectionable things, to the point that even in cases when discovering the cause would lead to the solution, the answer is still 'I don't care why they do it. They just do, and it's bad, so they should ( Read more... )

This is where I publicly apologise to anyone I may have not done something for, since October. Shit's been a little ridiculous, over here, to the point that I have to get mail delivery restarted to my house. Again. With no photo ID, because I don't have one of those, any more, and I can't seem to get a new one, because without one, I can't prove ( Read more... )

So, yeah, I'm probably not allowed to be deciphering the differences between the rules as they are written and the rules as they are enforced, being, you know, a lapsed Catholic, talking about primarily Protestant phoenomena, but... here goes, anyway.

( Sometimes, I talk too fucking much. )

So, I found a post from a few days ago on Alas, a Blog, that, while it makes an excellent point, also falls victim to that damnfool matter of getting up in other people's shit when it's none of your business.

White woman, an antiques collector, hangs up a sign made in 1931, beside her private swimming pool, which is entirely on her land, which reads ( Read more... )

I just read something that made me very angry. Yeah, I know. That happens an awful lot.

Story goes like this: A has an anger-management problem, to the point that it's actually a disorder, and may, in fact, be a symptom of PTSD. When A is put in a situation in which s/he physically can't leave and is subject to humiliation and verbal assault, s/he ( Read more... )