Diomis

@Druidbowtie
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Druid, queer af, stuck indoors 9-5 M-F at an office job. My pronouns are He/Him/His or They/Them/Their.

Morning lovely people.

Your well being matters. Even when some people want to ignore it. You have a right to your space and peace of mind.

Prioritizing you're wellness is going to upset some people for a variety of reasons and that's ok. You are not responsible for calming another person's expectations of you.

Just focus on getting what you need to help you move forward. Make taking care of yourself a habit.

Since the Facebook debacle I have:

Deleted Facebook
Deleted Twitter
Cut back everything Google to just gmail
Dumped the chrome browser
Switched from windows to Linux Mint
Started using Firefox
Started using Proton Mail

Quit being a product, starve big tech where your information is concerned.

If there was one thing I would do differently in my past, it would be asking my first FTM friend more questions about being FTM.
I was so far in the closet with myself that I tried to not even think about the fact that he was trans (it was pretty obvi, but I never even tried to confirm it with him).

That's it. That's the only thing I'd do differently. I'd talk to that dude about being a dude. I'd educate myself.

Love yourself first, and everything else falls in line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world. ~ Lucille Ball

Morning, lovely folks.

If you can see this, you are in a remarkably privileged and unique situation.

Appreciate it for what it is and do a little bit everyday to help other people get to where you are.

Every little bit counts.

My Deadpool fanny pack holds most of my #everydaycarry (my planner is in the backpack with lunch and laptop)

On days when I question my dad-tastes in using a fanny pack, I ask myself WWDPD... what would Deadpool do?

Deadpool would own it. So here I am, strutting my stuff

https://mastodon.social/media/LIrq3z9HOCOdVU3sOxw

Seeing some shitty transphobia on my FB Timeline on Friday night has left me feeling anxious and unsafe...

And throwing myself into building my new Trans-Punk look with a fury, because it lets me unleash some of that anxiety as rage, but in a constructive way.

It's that time again! Allow your shoulders to drop. Let your jaw loosen.
*throws up hands* I guess they ran out of Rubens, which was my whole reason for going downstairs!
*Goes back upstairs, orders for take out, goes back to work while waiting for food to prep*
*Decides to go downstairs*
*Remembers to grab earbuds but not money*