me: I’m only gonna be over there for one day and one night; it won’t be so bad. I’m sure Mom will be normal and won’t say anything that will infuriate me

me, after several racist remarks, praise of RFK Jr., and ranting about how little she empathizes with ppl who struggle with substance abuse:

I can’t say this and *not* post the image

me after confiding in a couple parishioner friends and deleting all her texts without replying to any of them

oh dear, my mother found out about the Br!dg!tt3 M@cr0n conspiracy theory

a really classy and mature way to respond to a trans man trying to flee a country falling to creeping fascism in fear of his life!

get bent, asshole 🖕

hey if any other keyword searcher or debate-me-coward dipshit wants to have a go at me, feel free to catch a block

I’m allowed to have one space where I don’t have to deal with sealioning or any other harassment from strangers

what a tool

I’ll have a mostly tolerable visit to my parents, but inevitably my mother just *has* to show her ass and try to start shit

I know she and Dad don’t exactly live in reality (most conservatives don’t anymore), but it’s very vexing how interactions are just her doing……*this* to me

Mom tried to seque into buying me an Easter dress, I turn her down, and this is her response

(John Mulcahy is my dad, and both of them grew up very poor)

this vent account, summarized in one tumblr post

tfw you ramble a little too much/too long during a keynote speaker Q&A at a faculty workshop, and a couple of concerned profs reached out to my supervisor b/c they thought I sounded like a nervous wreck