Transgender Mice was the name of my avant-garde rock group in 1972. we opened for Captain Beefheart and our drummer poured spaghetti sauce on his drum kit during shows, so every time he hit the skins, sauce would fly into the audience while our backup singers yelled out TASTE OUR GENDER FLUIDS

Dems look like they're bidding on fascism at a silent auction

You really shouldn't bother following me, since I have no opinions I ever care to express on social media. It's all about cats.

Abandoned Twitter/X many moons ago, here's hoping this is a good forum for cats, humour, and shared human experience.