Ranja ١٣١٢
Hi, I'm gay. And weird.
The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor.
Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night.
"She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack."
I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
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Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Part of the white condition is "knowing" you're the good one. So when they know they're not (and from time to time they realize) accepting this would scatter their whole sense of identity so they "have to" double down on it in order to preserve their "inner peace"
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
I mean, should you chose to come here, hmu ;)
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
German leftists would say "see it's because we're a special people and mentioning any other people's death camp demises our own genocides". (Which is exactly why a friend of mine got prosecuted for "holocaust denial" when they talked about usian concentration camps.
Really germany is a lost cause. Please send planes into the Berlin TV tower or something.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
I'd argue that there is no such this ng as a moral gender but among those that exist, faggot is the only one with a right to do so.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Stop making me want copilot.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
There should also be no option to log things without putting it into some maintanance mode that makes your lights flicker every hour or so.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Not specifically about this but about tech and power. What you are doing is using your skills to create an environment for your family that you control. Implementinf a system of material power over them.
I know they still don't teach ethics to engineers but just don't implemement syatems that give you power over ppls lives. No matter if you intend to misuse it.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Just fucking Nazis!
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Hi, I'm gay. And weird. The queer lunatic, raging lesbian transsexual transwoman, unemployed artist, mom, some kind of anarchist, some kind of Muslim. Gender and race traitor. Mechanic by trade, social worker by day, fanatic by night. "She rides her bike through the arid wasteland, a typewriter wrapped into a prayer rug strapped onto the rack." I'm a fucking snarky grownup, don't make me come at you.
Any gay peeps who would let a poor lesbian crash on their couch for a night so she can get to her amateur radio license test?
Edit: okay, the peeps are allowed to not be gay as long as they're safe.
