Boss Is Asleep, Cannot Stop Me From Frogposting

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

What would you do if you knew someone was planning to kill themselves?

Just some stranger you see or bump into

Maybe hear them talking about something and suddenly you just know

That they're planning to be the next one to wind up in the obituary

Some stranger you barely know

Without a name or face in your phone

Would you ignore them? Walk past them because you're too busy with yourself to even try to dissuade them from this assigned date and time that they would surely perish?

Would you try to understand why it is that theyve chosen to die?

Would you bring up religion and tell them they wont get into heaven? Tell them they are going against God and condemning themselves?

Would you yell at them and say that their life can't be that hard? Tell them they just need to have hope and faith that things will become better than they are? What if they were a child? Would you talk down to them at all?

Would you tell them their parents love them, not knowing if they're an orphan or a victim of familial harm?

Would you direct them to the hotline and just hope they check it out?

What if they were your boss?

Would you tell them they can't die, simply so you can receive another paycheck and continue to try to be alive?

What if the stranger was homeless? Would you ignore them and walk away?

Would you direct them to a shelter that could simply turn them away?

What about if they were a celebrity well known and loved? Would you chop it up to maybe they need more popularity and love?

Would you even try to talk to them at all or try to help?

What if they were someone you hate? Some rival or ex or abuser or criminal?

Would you give them a second chance or try to help so maybe they may change?

Would you ignore them or mock them because they are feeling pain?

Would you try to stop a suicide, no matter the person?

Would you ignore them all, so you aren't responsible for whether or not they live or die by the end of the day?

More than likely we'd try to save a loved one from the grips of suicidal thought, but what about the strangers that exist all around us?

A poem about my lost slugpup, Timmy. A farewell poem that's long overdue.

I hate this feeling. I hate what others might say about it. This forsaken curse that makes me incompatible with the flesh suit I was born with.

I hate dysphoria. I hate it when people around the world say "it can't be that bad"

And in some cases they're right. In some cases it isn't that bad. But it's when they're wrong that dysphoria gets dangerous.

That urge that can turn to violence or sadness or both.

The urge to crush and fracture the skeleton that makes your body shaped the way it is.

The urge to skin yourself so you don't have to look wrong.

The urge to remove yourself from the equation all together so that you can try to free yourself from this feeling that you aren't in the right body.

Waking up feeling like you're possessing a stranger's skin.

Being misgendered.

Simply existing and having a thought occur that makes you wish that you could simply give up or make everything fix.

If I were in a different state I wouldn't have had to wait another year. But here I am in one of only two US States that don't view people as adults until they are 19.

One more year after this one.

One more long fucking year.

I hate this vessel I am trapped within.

I hate waking up and feeling disconnected from the very skin that portrays my being.

I want to cut all the skin off. I want to shatter every bone and destroy every last atom of the genes that forced me to develop this way.

Sometimes it's not this hard. But today it's harder than I could imagine. The only thing keeping me from desecrating this flesh suit is the knowledge that deep down, it won't change a thing and it won't make anything better.

So now all I can do is wait.

Wait until I'm old enough to actually make an impact to alter my being.

Wait until I can actually look at myself in the mirror and see me.

Wait until I can actually feel happy and like I'm inhabiting my own skin, for more than simply a week at most

Okay, so in Spearmaster's campaign I've finally reached Looks To The Moon. I'm so happy to finally be able to see Big Sis Moon at almost complete functionality! After hearing her screams due to the ¿power going down? I'm now on the quest to talk to Five Pebbles, and then kill five pebbles

An urgent warning for all my queer homies: there are malicious, false ads circulating on social media for HRT supplements designed to gather a list of trans people and their addresses.

Along with just being useless sugar pill supplements. Fun all around, right?

A good reminder to be vigilant about where you seek out gender affirming care, especially if you live in a suppressive state like I do. Source your supplies and care from reputable queer support groups and always do your research before doing business with an unfamiliar supplier.

It sucks ass that anyone has to be this vigilant, but this is where we are unfortunately. Be aware, not scared. That’s always been my policy, and I will do my part to keep the community informed when something dangerous arises. Stay safe, y’all.