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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • I’m from NZ. I was very surprised to learn that our gun laws were quite lax up until the relatively recent mosque shooting in Christchurch - the assault-style weapon the shooter used was quite legal, including the special modifications he had made to make it better for killing people.

    in the wake of that tragedy, things have gotten a lot stricter, though I’m afraid I can’t provide specifics - while I love guns, my collections are confined to the virtual, and I really have no interest in owning one IRL.





  • I don’t know about what they’ve done, but some of the lyrics in songs by The Offspring are pretty questionable.

    “I wish I could fix you… and make you how I want you”
    or there’s an entire song called “she’s got issues” - which is a fucking jam - where the singer is complaining about how his abused girlfriend thinks SHE’S the victim when HE’S the one who has to put up with her.

    not the greatest look.



  • well, I mean, it’s no skin off my neck either way. I have no problem with being he/him, but I certainly wouldn’t be offended be xe/xem (or for that matter she/her 😅 which was a mistake at least one person made during the mask mandate, when my beard wasn’t so visible)

    I’d just like to do what I can to make life easier for those who are faced with more everyday difficulties than I am, especially when it costs me so little.


  • I’m not the op, but like them im a cishet male. is it useful (to the movement, to non cishet, to LGBTQ+ people in general) to adopt pronouns other than what would be expected, perhaps to normalise them in much the same way that “partner” has been?

    or would that generally be regarded as, well, something akin to cultural appropriation? or as malicious adoption, like “i identify as an attack helicopter”?


  • I lost my cat recently, the first one that was truly mine. he was only about 2.5 years old, but when me and my partner moved into the city together, he went missing shortly after we started allowing him outside access (he was born feral and always loved the outdoors).

    a few weeks later he was hit by a car some kilometres from our house, and a couple of weeks after that, his microchip was scanned and tracked back to us.

    I sobbed for about half an hour when I first got some time alone after finding out. I still tear up thinking about him at odd times. I’ve never loved any animal quite as much, and I wonder if I ever will again. thinking about coming home to him was all that got me through many days of work. sometimes thinking about him just makes me feel like I don’t want to be alive anymore, despite my partner and the two lovely kittens we still have.