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I was JennyD! on Twitter for yrs but haven't posted there since 5/2022. My only claim to fame was that I coined #StandUpSpeakOut. I was also on Mastodon sdf until tech probs grabbed it. Now I'm here, on toad.social, & looking for some peace, relaxation, news, interaction re democracy & climate change. A Dem thru & thru, I love blues, jazz, poetry, writing, sincerity, giving back, animals, a kitchen full of good cooking. Remember: Voices count and so does a good martini 🍸
@buitengebieden
I am thrilled you are here! I would never want to miss any of your posts -- they always made my day πŸ˜ŠπŸ€—
Glad I’m here.. ❀️
The countdown to Christmas is here and that means party celebrations in my neck of the woods. It's time to get out of sweats and slippers, get dolled up, and make merry!
So, I will see you good folks after the holidays (hopefully still standing), but until then, I wish ALL of Mastodon Good Food, Good Cheer, and Good Friends. Have a ball!
πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸΌπŸŽ„ (and click on the pic)
@kevinthedad
You are more than welcome, Kevin, and your son is incredible. He deserves being the star. If you ever need an extra grandmother, shout my way!
@JennyD I should be paying you to comment on all of my content! Thanks for the kind words Jenny. My 5yo is definitely the star of the show (and he knows it!).
@JenGallays
With you!
This is my first post on Mastodon. I’m hoping to find like-minded progressive humans. If you beleive anthropomorphic climate change is real, COVID is not over, masks work, meritocracy is a myth, the Land was stolen and we need to give Land back, love is love, and poverty is a direct result of oppression, please like this post so I can follow you. Together we can make this world a better place. β€οΈπŸŒˆβ™ΎοΈ
@melissagreen
I love how your mind works, haha. It's wonderful! This is the last post I'm reading before hitting the sack, but it was worth it. I'm laughing and grinning at the same time. What a great way to end the night πŸ˜πŸ‘

I used to hate pajamas. I wouldn't wear them. They were boy clothes that made me look like a boy, and since the only place I could avoid being a boy was in my dreams, where I was usually a girl, it felt doubly wrong.

Turns out all I needed was a little estrogen. Now I love my jamjams, and I'm still a girl in my dreams, but I'm also the girl in my dreams when I'm awake.

How fucking cool is that?

"Yoo bring ate dollars evry month or yoo never see ur riters again. signed, The Melon."

So he was back in town -- The Melon. That grandiose grifter with the bankroll of a Rockefeller and the brain of a toddler. And now he was trying to shake down the news game.

"I'm afraid we're no match for him, Mr. Mastodon," she sobbed. "He's rich and handsome and invents so many clever things."

"It's the clever ones who always make that one fatal mistake," I said. "Like... WALKING RIGHT INTO MY OFFICE!"