That must have felt good.

The smollest grumpface!

That was the most acceptable thing to say about how bad things got there.

yes I sometimes spend way too much time thinking about stupid pointless bullshit like this. bite me.

(I mean given how monoecious plants tend to have male and female structural bits in their flowers you can't call a pikmin gay... because we don't have enough information on whether they could be dioecious, but then the presence of Candypop flowers hints that some pikmin may be trans-species?)

Mostly my terrible idea involves pikmin in leather and mesh shirts and drag costumes dancing innocent little pikmin dances on a miniature pride float that is being carried by yet more pikmin who are garbed for Pride.

Nothing salacious, they might be plant allies instead of actual queer entities.

I pay taxes. I have no criminal background back where I came from, or in the US. The FBI checked me over multiple times. I went to an excellent university ON a merit scholarship. I graduated.

I have a job. I have never been on welfare. I am married to an American.

But I'm brown.

I came here legally, followed all the rules, naturalized after 11 years, AND I'm terrified to leave the house.

My physician told me after a checkup my Vitamin D levels are dangerously low. I only leave to go to work and for medical appointments. I hide in here all day now.

A three-foot high wall of bags full of used kitty litter.

Just to clarify: I do not mean that people on the butch end of the amorphous gender thing go over there and rescue them from their manlessness.

Rather, I think, we could run Hardware Store Lesbian Teaches You Masc-Coded Chores classes.

They'll be stunning! Amazing!

You are loved. You are so loved. Hang in there.

I wish we were still friends. I know I was wronged. And I feel a lot of that has to do with them being kinda codependent and one of them having a fuckton of unresolved rage at her family of origin and then displacing it onto me.

But I can't just dismiss them as assholes either.

Which led me to returning to a living situation with someone who has emotionally abused me. Because I felt they really didn't want me around but I was too sick and exhausted to try to find another place to live in Austin.

Eventually, the place got hoarder levels of dirty, the displaced anger became outright hostility, and I caught Covid from them, then realized I couldn't work any more without help on the commute, which they refused.

But I was also struggling with a 3 hour total (90m each way) commute to school and later to work, with chronic pain, and with the fact that my two friends were turning out to be terrible to be around as they deteriorated.

So the husband was no longer interested in defending me because he was too depressed — and he didn't do his chores either, and the wife would be too stressed to do hers, and then they expected me to cover for them.

I... I hesitate to call them assholes. They gave me a place to live for peppercorn rent for a while. ... just the husband lost his job, didn't find another one, and sank into depression and the wife's fear of financial insufficiency and other issues made her turn on me.