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2015.06.03 06:16 Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity

Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity is an officially recognized disability in Sweden (this is not recognized as an illness because no diagnosis exists for this condition).” Professor Johansson gave the example of a head ache “ how can one measure the pain or prove the existence of a head ache?” Sweden ranks in the top 10 in the world for healthcare. Magnetic Flux poses the largest threat to individuals with EMHS.

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2024.05.19 00:18 SampleFeeling5625 No feelings - dead inside, walking corpse

Hey, after a religious experience in December 2022 I lost all my feelings and parts of my senses. I haven’t got them back and I believe I died back then and my body got trapped here when it should have gone with my soul. I feel like I’m just a physical body now and like I need to kill my physical body to reunite with my ’soul’ or whatever you want to call it. It’s like when someone’s in a coma and their body’s there but they’re not. I feel almost like I’m in purgatory or an afterlife and i don’t have a place in this world, that’s not a sad thing it’s just how it is. We all die one day, it happened to be that I died back then. I’ve come to peace with that. I feel like I’m an empty vacuum inside with no organs and a black dead heart. Does anyone relate to me?

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2024.05.19 00:18 SiestaFiend I dated a RED PILL COMMUNITY guy

Hi, I'd like to start with introducing myself. I'm 24F and Last year this time of the year, I was dating a guy who was a follower of the red pill community. We were in a long distance relationship and met only a few times. The relationship was about 8-9 Months long. For people who are not aware about it, Red pill community is a group of guys that blame females for all there problems and they feel that females are privileged and hence, They've always have an upper hand and have ruined their life by taking away their opportunities and what now.
I wasnt aware what i was getting myself into but I want to make others aware. So I'll talk about the various "red flags" of my relationship and how it affected me. I am not longer in a relationship with that guys.

Guy Friends: We meet online and his initial communication never showed any hatred for women as such. He seemed interested in me and quickly asked me to date him as well. He would often "praise" that I had no guy friends which was a "green flag". (In reality I had no friends, let alone male friends.) He said girls with boyfriends should not have guy friends. Its disrespectful to the boyfriend. Even thou, He has a female best friend. I took this lightly. Later in our relationship, he made me unfollow a bunch of guys on instagram. They were former classmates and colleagues. I'd not met most of them for years and months. He would often ask me if my dad had female friends or if my mom had male friends and when I would say no. He would say, See because one shouldnt friends of opposite gender
Clubbing: He hated girls who were open about their sexuality and would call them names. He said girls in a relationship should not go to clubs as thats a "hoe" place to be in. I remember fighting to go to a club when an old friend was visiting me and she wanted to go to one of our fave clubs from our college days. He said he is disappointed in me and that going to clubs with a single friend is the worst as she might try to hook up with guys and I'll be left alone and then someone will hookup with me. He said and I quote "I will not leave my car in a shady areas and pray to god that it doesnt get stolen. It's my mistake I went there at the first place." I ended up going to a bar instead of a club. He made me feel really bad about that as well later.
Content: After the 2nd month he would send me red pill youtube and reddit content to normalize such preaching and thats when things really got out of hand because I didnt know what to believe and what not to. I thought maybe I was delusional my whole life and that this is the "reality of the world" where women are these "ruthless" beings. (He said I was special because I was trying to make myself aware about it). He specifically showed and talked about this one story where the wife cheats on her husband because he's always busy at work (He said the poor guy is working his ass off for the family and the wife is so ungrateful) The wife cheats and marries her boyfriend and takes the kid and the guy's money and what not. I'm not saying cheating is good but the interruption of every story led to the same conclusion that women are bad. He said this is the reality. I started questioning myself more and more as I got trapped in the red-pill community.
Future: He was very sure about our future and said that he wanted me to be his wife. He said he doesnt want me to work. Females should stay at home cook and clean and take care of the babies. He said it would hurt him to see me work as he's the man of the house.
Comments on Body: I'm overweight atm but when I was dating him I used to be in better shape. He said He likes that I take care of my body and anything else would be a disrespect to the person you are dating. One should always look like how they looked when they first started dating. One shouldnt "let go" of their body. He used to go to the gym and would insist that I go to. Later in the relationship towards the end, I started my masters and Couldnt be active. The relationship was taking a toll on me as well and I started gaining weight. He would comment on it. I would share photos with him and the first comment would always be like "you look thin in this" or " Oh! In picture toh you look fine only " He did motivate me to go to the gym which i was grateful about but at that point I only went to make him happy and not because I actually wanted to go.

These were some of the red flags I could think about. He cheated on me. He had been cheating the last 3 Months of our relationship. He initially broke up saying I had gained weight and he wasnt attracted to me and also because he couldnt see any future in our LDR. Later he confessed that he had been cheating on me and left me because he started getting physical with the other girl and it was no longer "just talking". He said I was trying to get rid of me for a while but I never let him leave. All in All. It ended. It took me quite some thing to realize how I was brainwashed into accepting a whole new reality masked as ' I love you thats why I'm helping you understand the real world'.
I have trust issues (ofc!) and It's been hard to undo the damage. I started dated a new guy recently and caught myself saying You cant have girl best friends and it broke my heart later when I realized. Its a long healing path for me. If any of you are experiencing something similar, Please be aware.

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2024.05.19 00:11 Sweet-Count2557 JoJo's Shake Bar - River North Restaurant in Chicago,IL,United States

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2024.05.19 00:08 Nearby-Highlight-115 AITAH for my "scorched earth" intervention methods against my ex after she became a religious zealot?

For context, this story happened nearly 3 years ago, however a recent late-night conversation with a friend made it clear to me that the repercussions of this incident are still being felt to this day.
I (25M) met my now-ex girlfriend (25F), whom I will be assigning the fake name "Anne," when we were both 17 at our small town high school in semi-rural Georgia. Our romantic relationship began following our senior prom which we attended together. Despite our approaching high school graduations, the two of us decided that we could make our relationship work beyond high school and into college since we would both be attending different universities in the same city. We each grew up in typical southern protestant traditions and casually held onto some sort of religious beliefs. I, myself, have always identified religiously as something of a deist, meaning I believed (and still do to this day) that some sort of higher entity, force, or meaning was responsible for existence. Anne, at that time, would have self-identified as a Christian and attended church semi-regularly, however it was never a significant part of her life or attitude toward the world.
Shortly after we both began our new lives as college students in an unfamiliar city, Anne expressed that she would like to search for a new church to attend regularly as it helped create a sense of community and belonging for her which she had been missing since moving away from home. I strongly encouraged this, since I wanted her to be able to make friends and discover herself philosophically. The church that caught her attention was a non-denominational "modern" church that seemed to emphasize community at least on a surface level basis. However, out of curiosity, I took a look at the church's website and did notice a few mentions of "Pentecostal experience", which worried me since my only knowledge of Pentecostals was rumors of snake handling, especially in the more rural areas of the South. However, I chose to not be too judgmental upfront and continued to encourage her to find herself and meet new people.
Over the next few months, Anne started to spend more and more time devoted to bible studies and attending gatherings for women at the church. She specifically asked me not to accompany her on Sunday services since, as she put it, the elder members of the church would not act too kindly about unmarried woman "dragging around" some unfamiliar man who was not her husband. It became clear pretty quickly that she was becoming more than just a casual Christian and I supported this, however we did not talk much about the specifics of what she was being taught at this church.
This all came to a head when one night, Anne asked me if she could pray over me in something she called a "spiritual language." Having only ever heard vaguely of speaking in tongues, I obliged. I sat next to her on my couch and watched as she raised one hand and began quietly chanting in complete gibberish. My heart immediately sank in discomfort and fear but I was too stunned to do anything. so I just sat and watched for several minutes until she finally went quiet. All I could do or say was tell her that I appreciated her thoughtfulness and went about my day.
Pretty soon, the behaviors and acts became more and more extreme. Her "tongues" became louder and more intense and began to include violent shakes and lots (and I mean LOTS) of crying. She spoke of seeing "signs" and hearing "the voice of God" in a very literal sense. Her grades in college even began to suffer as more and more of her time was devoted to these newfound beliefs. Naturally, I became extremely worried that she was slowly slipping into some sort of paranoid delusional psychosis. At the very least, these teachings made her into a much angrier and more paranoid person. It was clear that her new beliefs were more than just a spiritual awakening but also a nose-dive into a mental health crisis.
Our relationship, at this point, was very clearly waning but my feelings toward the woman I once knew were still strong. I decided that it was time for an intervention of sorts. This resulted in me spending a whole weekend studying Pentecostal beliefs and reading Reddit stories from ex-Pentecostals about what it took to break them out of their conditioning. It was on a Monday night when I invited her over to my apartment to confront her about how the things her church were teaching her were actively harming her and even presented her with evidence of how these churches prey on mentally unwell people and how "speaking in tongues" was nothing more than an experience in her own brain chemicals. While I had hoped that hearing her new beliefs be directly confronted would help break the spell they had on her, it seemed to have no effect. Surprisingly, she did not fight back or show much anger toward my confrontation, instead resorting to the "please respect my beliefs" argument that made it so hard to push back against, since, at this time, I was still concerned about preserving our relationship.
Unfortunately, things only got worse from here. I spent some time trying to ignore the issue for the sake of the relationship, especially because I did not sense that I had many other romantic options given my shy nature and struggles to make new friends at college. However, my new "ignorance is bliss" approach to our relationship did not last long. At this point, we had been together for about 3 years and the conversation of marriage and kids started to become serious. I have always wanted kids since I come from a large family with many siblings, which Anne seemingly was excited about as well. However, after a pleasant conversation in which we fantasized about what we would name our children, she said something that sparked an anger in me that I did not often feel. She told me that if any of our future children came out to us as gay, lesbian, bi, transgender, or anything like that, that we would have to disown that child at all costs and that she could not love her child knowing that they were a "sodomite" (her words). I have always considered myself an ally of LGBTQ+ folks and wouldn't think twice about loving my children any less if they came out to me and have always felt this way. I did not say much in the moment out of pure shock and instead steered the conversation elsewhere while I quietly boiled over in anger over this comment.
Here is where the title of this post comes into play and where my role in this interaction enters a grey area. I spent several days unable to let this anger subside while imagining my own perspective children being thrown to the streets for bravely coming out to their own parents. I decided that another intervention was necessary, except this time I didn't want to be ignored. I came up with a plan that I referred to as a "scorched earth" intervention. Over the course of an evening, I began texting, calling, or messaging almost every person that Anne was close to. This included family, friends, past friends, classmates, and even some plain old acquaintances. I needed her paranoid and hateful beliefs to be confronted by more than just myself and hoped that if everyone important to her also expressed concern; that she would separate herself from this church and seek proper mental health counseling.
The responses I received from Anne's friends and family ranged significantly. Some people, including her mother whom I was close with, asked that I not try to "insert myself between Anne and God". Some friends agreed with me wholeheartedly and would reach out to Anne over text or in person to try and offer help. Some people met me with total apathy. Unsurprisingly, once Anne found out what I did, she broke things off over a brief but highly emotional phone call. She told me that I had embarrassed her and that supposedly God was telling her I wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. It did not hurt too bad since I was anticipating the end of this relationship for a while. The effects of my approach seemingly had lasting impacts on many of her relationships, however. At least one longtime friendship had ended because the friend was appalled by Anne's new paranoid beliefs. It was also unsuccessful, as Anne would never seek mental health counseling. In fact, it probably pushed her further into her church crowd - only further bolstering her new delusions.
Since much time has passed, I have started to feel uncertain whether or not I did the right thing in trying to have all of Anne's friends and family confront her about her extreme beliefs. At the time, I felt that I was justified and doing the right thing by trying to encourage a clearly delusion person to seek mental health counseling by any means necessary. Now, I am able to realize that I acted out of anger and permanently damaged how some of her oldest friends view her. I also realize that I acted immaturely and probably should not have tried to bring in every person close to Anne to fight a battle on my behalf.
Nowadays, Anne is still with that church and regularly posts on Facebook all sorts of whacky spiritual conspiracies. She is still very clearly paranoid and delusional all while putting on a facade of normalcy. I just pity her for living in a constant state of paranoia at this point. She even works full time with the church as a "worship leader," although I am not sure what exactly that means. She actually got married about a year after the relationship ended to a man she met at her church. They met, got engaged, and married all within 12 months. Thankfully, no children have been brought into this world yet from their relationship, which is surprising to me considering how urgent it seemed to her during our relationship. I do not hear much from any friends or family of hers anymore, other than one mutual friend who told me that Anne frequently refers to me as "that demon." As for myself, I finished school and have not married but was able to finally make friends and go on dates and my future is looking bright.
So, Reddit, am I the asshole for my "scorched earth" methods towards my fanatical ex-girlfriend?

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2024.05.19 00:07 RegularCouple2209 concerned & insanely frustrated

hello, first time posting to this community. I’m in desperate need of advice on this situation. My corgi (F 5) is staying with my mom over the weekend. Today, my mother took her in for a groom. I had no idea she was even taking her in for an appointment. I have a local and trusted groomer who I only take her to but today that was not the case. My mom decided to take her into petco (absolutely nothing wrong getting your doggos hair groomed there) and my mom ended up getting my girls haircut insanely short almost to the point of being shaved. I am so mad, concerned and annoyed at my mom & the groomer. WHO CUTS A CORGIS HAIR THAT SHORT??? I’ve told my mom 100 times it’s never okay to cut her hair, strictly only a brush and bath is all she will ever need. Of course I let my mom know how upset I was about this whole mess. I know it’s not the groomers fault but I do want to call and ask why a haircut was even agreed on in the first place. I’m just scared how this will affect my pup and her coat health. it’s summer and her coat is extremely important and helps keep her body temp cool. I’m just worried how this will affect her in the long run. My heart hurts right now, any advice?

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2024.05.19 00:05 Far_Berry5936 38F and FIRST BFP!

BFP DPO10! 1st pic is this cycle. Next three are earlier cycles for reference.
I have been tracking things closely for 6 months. I even had an appt set for next month to discuss fertility options with my OBGYN as I’m 38 and my husband is 44. Inito has been incredibly helpful for my peace of mind - while I’ve also been using the cheapo easy@home tests daily, Inito has provided additional insights. For example, I’m personally convinced that the 09Mar-02Apr cycle was anovulatory as my LH went up twice, like my body was trying to ovulate and just didn’t, and my progesterone stayed much lower than usual for me.
This cycle, I had a massive headache on DPO7 and craved pickles all the sudden (I don’t typically crave pickles). I started experiencing abdominal cramps on DPO8. I typically get my period on DPO12-14 and tend to start cramping 4 days ahead of AF, so when I felt the cramps, I thought AF was on her way. But I also saw that my progesterone had jumped to the highest it’s ever been.
While I have always done a cheapo hcg test on DPO10 (I keep a notebook), this morning I almost didn’t do it because I was so downtrodden about the cramps since they felt exactly like pre-period cramps. When I saw the line on the hcg strip I started shaking and anxiously waited for the Inito result to come through. I had seen enough BFP here to know to look for a LH spike, and there it was! I went out to Target and got some digital pregnancy tests as well. I have some family history of fertility issues so even just getting a BFP is big deal!

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2024.05.19 00:04 sarahxvalo my skeeter girl is gone 💔

i made a post earlier about coming to the decision to euthanize my 16 year old soul dog due to her heart failure getting worse. at about noon today, my partner and i were giving her all the love and telling her how much she meant to us. we were going to make the appointment right after.
skeeter decided to leave on her own terms in that moment. she took a long breath, and that was it. i couldn’t believe she was gone when it happened. i panicked and cried and then realized that she had made the choice for me; the one i didn’t wanna make but knew i had to.
half my life she’s been my shadow. my heart. my soul. the crematorium just came and took her body away and now it feels more real than ever. we spent a long time with her body, afterwards. i hope her spirit is free and im trying to remind myself that she’s no longer in any pain or discomfort.
rest in peace, mosquito valentine 💌 my entire heart and soul. 2007-2024 🕊️🌈

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2024.05.19 00:00 Entire-Operation3424 AITA for not being with someone who was there for me?

Essentially this is what it boils down to:
The girl left her boyfriend for me (essentially), she says it was a long time coming that she didn't know what it meant to be in a romantic relationship (her first) and that it was more friends than anything.
Great relationship, lots of physical intimacy, but also a lack of boundaries and just overall a lot of time poured into each other and not so much our personal pursuits which is where I am today.
She was pregnant at one point but had to get it aborted due to health issues.
She was there for me when I needed someone and was down on my luck. Allowed me to live with her and her family and was extremely loving.
Now here's the thing, well two. She has a hard time admitting realities or truths. What do i mean? Well, she lies and has some sort of delusion? I went through her phone one night just because and came across a text she sent her friend during her trip to Boston. "I went to a party, kiss a guys d, then cried." I immediately woke up and started packing my bags and took the next flight out. Am I the asshole for leaving when she was there for me? If she owned up to her own doing I would've been more willing to forgive her. But, even to this day, she insists that's not what the text meant.... but like come on.... what else could it have meant? Then following the text a promiscuous photo of her showing her curvature to her friend.
Very loving, and was extremely supportive when no one else was ( i have support in my life she was just very verbal about it), but I can't shake the feeling of sleeping next to someone who is supposed to be my partner but lies to me even on small things like adultery. If she was honest I'd be willing to make amends and it sort of breaks my heart that she doesn't want to be straight up with me. Personally, I think she's afraid of being looked at in a certain light so it's to maintain a good image.

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2024.05.19 00:00 VinesAtMidnight Changing (The Descent, Day 1.5)

/uw Just a short one for today. WARNING: Body horror.
Vashric shambles through the Iron City of Dis. He burns with every step, but not from the flames of the city. No, this blaze was on the inside. Skin peels and splits from the internal forces, creating small cracks across his body that sickly purple-ish light flows through.
The further he walks into the city, the more intense the heat, the higher the pressure rises. The whispers return, they screech across his mind like a great calamity. His flesh begins to slough off, the pain is unbearable. Vashric focuses all his power into re-materializing his body. Flesh burns, flesh falls away, flesh returns in a flash of violet light. Only for this process to repeat several times during each labored step.
His growls shake the foundations of nearby buildings, like a localized earthquake. He tries to get the heat out, releasing an inferno of the magenta flames. He scorches the street, creating an area of molten slag in his wake. This offers a temporary reprieve. He resumes his miserable journey, leaving scorched footprints in the road.
Upon arriving at a sort of business district, he's stopped in his tracks yet again. Vashric's bones shift, contort, break apart, and come together again. His jaw and maxilla stretch outside his mouth, teeth extending to razor sharp points. He shatters his own bones with telekinesis and rebuilds them. All in vain, the mutations are accelerating to match attempts to stabilize his body.
In a last ditch effort to escape the torment, he tries to leave his body via astral projection. But the infernal sigils that litter his skin latch onto Vashric's spirit form. Anchoring all attempts to remove soul from body. He becomes a hideous amalgam of writhing body and ghostly apparition. A team of war devils notices this and descend upon Vashric to dispatch this potential threat.
Almost on instinct, Vashric's bladed tail decapitates one in an instant. The rest rush him, but he raises a hand and they're all frozen in place, as if the air itself had seized them. The attack seems to distract him from the gruesome process. For the moment, mind and body reach an agreement: Death.
They're made short work of. Violet and magenta lights burst from their eyes and mouths, their skin disintegrates, revealing skeletons. The skeletons don't last much longer before they too are broken apart and disappear.
The violence seems to quell the process to a degree. Settling on a mouth of beastly teeth, before Vashric's regeneration can fight the pressure back down and guard his body against further changes. Yet the pain remains.
"Damn it all. This is going too far, I may need some help."
He tries to use telepathy to contact the other Astral Guardians, but this too is jammed now.
"Damn. It. All."
Using ESP, Vashric locates the nearest scryer. He stumbles through the demoness's business like a bull in a china shop, slamming into her counter, "I. N-Need a message sent. Extra- Extra-planar."
She looks at him in unimpressed anger, "That's going to cost a lot." She gestures to her damaged shop, "That's going to cost a lot too-"
"I'LL PAY IT! The m-message, please."
"Fine. Recipient?"
"Astraea of the Astral Guardians."
"Hmm. Unreachable."
"Master Esretath of the Astral Guardians."
"Unreachable."
"Samræl, Lord of the 12th Hell?"
"Also unreachable."
"Gods- Julian of the Astral Order? Kavrala of the dragon sanctuary? Mordus, Apostle of Eris?"
"No. Nope. Oh, Mordus is actually here in Hell...but also unreachable."
Vashric lets loose with a roar, but then keels over, clutching his chest from the pain, "Lilith Anorthosite?"
"Yes. I can reach this one. What would you like the message to say?"
"JUST TELL HER I NEED HELP WITH THIS DEVIL MAGIC-"
A veritable army of war devils marches towards the building, clearly looking for the purple-eyed fiend.
"Godsdamnit. I don't have time for this. Tell her to meet me in the next circle," He slams a fist full of gold and magic crystals on the table, "For the fee and damages."
With that, Vashric slinks away, as stealthily as his large frame allows. All the while doing his best to hold mind, body, and soul together. The sickly purple lights still burning within him.
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2024.05.18 23:59 Theinvicibledragon Completing the fictional martial art elements

Hello there. I'm a OPM (One Punch Man) fan and one of the concepts I love about the manga are the martial arts. So when I was thinking about them I realize that they're based of elements but are incompleta because we need fire, earth and Lighting martial arts to complete it. Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist and Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist represent water and air (Exploding Heart Release Fist represent explosion and not fire). So anyone can give ideas about the 3 remainig martial arts? Please.
I think to create them needs 3 things:
•Name •Stance/guard/position •Special Ability
I already have the special Ability of the earth martial art is that makes yourself body vibrante to increase your attack and defense also with the vibrations you can hit the ground creating earthquakes attacks (inspired información hassoken from One Piece. The master of this martial art will make your body harder than steel and achieving a lot of control over your body. But I don't Have the name and stance. In the stance I was thinking of something like horse stance.
Can anyone give me ideas to make the martial arts? Please.

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2024.05.18 23:58 AustralianChrono Chronologica's Drag Race Season 6: Episode 1- Prove Your Worth

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In a bright yellow wig, her hair up to high heavens, and a massive black coat with a pair of matching black boots that go up to cover above the coat, Molly Moppit walks in. With a smile on her face, Molly Moppit looks up at the pink wallpaper of the room. “I want that.” Molly smirks, ripping off her coat to reveal a minidress made out of the same pink wallpaper of the werkroom. “Mopped it!”
Molly looks around at the empty room. “…and nobody here to see me stun.” She shrugs. “Pity for them!”
Molly Moppit: “I’m Molly Moppit, and I’m here to run away with the competition.” Molly winks.
“This table’s cuuute.” Molly looks over at the table, before running to a sculpture on the side of the workroom and trying to pull at the sculpture, before realizing it’s glued to the floor. “FUCK!”
Molly Moppit: “I am currently based in New Jersey, but I'm a New York staple, as well.” Molly grins. “First and foremost, I’m a NEW JERSEY DRAG QUEEN.”
“What about the…” Molly swipes at a coat hanger, tucking it behind her back.
Molly Moppit: “Being an Atlantic City Queen means being ready to do what you can to survive. It’s a cutthroat lifestyle, and that’s fine. It taught me to host, perform, serve looks, make ‘em laugh… and it’ll help me to win.”
“You saw nothing.” Molly smiles.
A lone tumbleweed rolls into the werkroom as clouds of red dust fill the entrance. There are two loud bangs, and on the far wall of the room, two bullet holes tear into the eyes of a hanging portrait of Chronologica.
Molly looks over as the portrait falls to the ground, the glass of the frame shattering loudly. When she looks back, a masked bandit stands amidst their midst, blowing smoke from his old-timey pistol. In a cowboy hat, long black jacket, beaded vest, and denim chaps, Ethan Angel-Eye glowers, his nose and mouth hidden behind a vigilante’s black bandana.
The room is silent for a long moment.
Molly Moppit: “It’s a Mexican Stand-Off. And I’m NOT talking.”
Molly and Ethan stare at each other.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “Please welcome the best performer this side of the Mississippi, your very own Apache-Dakota bandit vigilante drag king, and the only person here who actually needs to win. I’ve beaten Kaneq and Vitória in lip sync competitions, I’ve out-danced professionally trained celebs; I’m unstoppable onstage and I’m always providing that debonaire dastardly Western rogue fantasy. I’m Ethan Angel-Eye, and I’ve got my eye on this crown.”
“The fuck are you supposed to be?” Ethan asks, looking Molly up and down as he strides into the room, his voice low and gravelly.
“I’m Molly Moppit, what the fuck YOU supposed to be?” Molly raises an eyebrow.
Molly Moppit: “Are we cosplaying as ugly men this season?”
“Cute.” Ethan brushes past Molly, and then hops up on one of the werkroom tables, sinking into a menacing squat and looming over the space like a vulture.
“It’s pinker here than I thought it’d be.” Ethan glares, looking at her wallpaper look.
Molly scoffs. “Course it’s pink. Do you watch the show?”
“Do you watch the show?” Ethan parrots back, doing a crude impression of Molly’s voice. “I breathe this show.”
Ethan Angel-Eye: “I am not a pretty faerie princess, and I am not everyone’s cup of tea, but I know how to win this, in and out. Some petty little bitch isn’t getting in my way.”
“Ooooh, he’s a hater. Love.” Molly laughs, looking up at Ethan as he perches on the table. “What’s your name, my little masked bandit? Here to take some shots at me?”
“Ethan Angel-Eye.” Ethan cocks his head to the side. “My shots don’t miss.”
“Neither do mine.” Molly smirks.
Ethan looks around, as he realizes a button of his top has gone missing.
A tall, proud Indian woman struts out from the werkroom entrance, with many elaborate blue hair clips and a strikingly long blue gown which cascades in wave-like shapes behind her into a long train. She gestures broadly with her hands, emphasizing each syllable of her words as if they’re the most important thing anyone’s ever said. “WA-TER-FALL!!!!”
Niagara Halls: “New York in the HOUSE what-what!! Hey divas, it’s me, your Desi-American god-DESS of season 6, here to bring upstate pageantry and that Canadian border flair to your screens. I KNOW I’m serving as a pageant fashion icon in this entrance look, you can’t tell me otherwise. Don’t I look GORGEOUS?!”
Niagara Halls twirls, the blue gown’s long train wrapping around her feet, then swirling back out again, where it smacks Molly in the knee.
“Um, hello, waterfall woman.” Molly exclaims, pulling away to avoid being smacked again.
“Hello, hello!” Niagara Halls waves an emphatic wave to Molly and Ethan before daintily picking up her gown’s train with one hand and gently striding to sit at the werkroom table Ethan is perched on. “How are we?”
Molly reaches over and snatches a hair clip from Niagara’s hair, causing several long brown locks to tumble into Niagara’s face.
“Oh! You–” Niagara looks baffled. “So it’s gonna be THAT kind of season!”
Ethan rolls his eyes, looking decidedly down at the two girls.
Molly laughs. “No, oh my gosh! I just love these clips! Where’d you get them?”
Niagara pulls the fallen hair out of her face and clips it into another one of her clips, chuckling. “You WISH I would tell you. You could use the help with that mop!”
“MOP!” Molly bursts out laughing. “You don’t even know!”
“What’s your drag, what’s your name, who are you both? I need to know who I’m demolishing here.” Niagara smiles a huge smile, talking with her hands again.
“But where is the clips from?” Molly asks.
“I-” Niagara looks into the mirror.
“...You didn’t buy the clips?!” Molly says dramatically, putting on a gasping face. “Who did?!”
“What’s your names?” Niagara smiles awkwardly.
Niagara Halls: “My Drag Mother helped with the outfit! I don’t know!”
“I’m Molly Moppit.” Molly grins. “Atlantic City roya–”
Ethan interrupts. “Ethan Angel-Eye. And you’re Niagara Halls.”
Niagara enthusiastically tosses her hair (and all of its clips) back and forth. “I KNOW you know me, that’s right, that’s right!”
Ethan nods. “You lost Miss Toronto to Vitória Benedita.”
Niagara gasps.
Niagara Halls: “How did this MAN KNOW me?!”
Ethan Eagle-Eye: “Does no one look at reddit on their way to the season? Scope the competition out.”
A mysterious black mist seeps through the entrance of the werkroom, followed by a devilish laugh. Lokii struts in, and flips a green cape, revealing their face and leather-clad body. Golden horns, almost corrupted with black veins connected to his face, just from Lokii’s forehead. In thin black hands, Lokii holds a corrupted golden scepter and a smoke machine. She smirks, and her Londoner accent is obvious when she speaks. “I am Lokii, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”
“We’re all stealing something, aren’t we?” Molly jokes.
“I don’t get it.” Niagara says.
“Loki. Marvel.” Ethan says gruffly.
“Welcome, nerd.” Molly smiles, as Lokii runs over.
Lokii blushes deep red. “Oh my gosh. Hello!”
Lokii: “I’m Lokii, and low-key? Aye, I’m pretty bloody psyched to be here! I’m 22 years old, visiting from across the pond by way of South London, and like, I’m pretty new to drag, but cosplay has been a huge part of my life since I was really young, and I’ve felt really called to take it in this new direction!”
“So are you really called Lokii? Like the Norse god?” Molly investigates every inch of Lokii’s outfit.
“The… Disney character?” Niagara ponders. “I don’t watch superhero movies.”
“They are.” Ethan flexes his ankles, looking at Lokii with an intense stare. “You’re the Tumblr cosplayer, right?”
Lokii nods, smiling. “Yeah! Loki was the first character I did in cosplay. We have a long history, he and I!”
“And so you came to Chronologica’s Drag Race dressed up in your little Marvel cosplay character!” Niagara chuckles nastily.
Lokii laughs awkwardly, making their way to the table. “Yep!”
“You look incredible, by the way.” Lokii smiles at Niagara. “This is a really beautiful garment.”
“I KNOW, baby, thank you.” Niagara smiles daggers. “You’re pretty new, right?”
Lokii looks surprised. “Oh, I–”
“JUST teasing!” Niagara laughs.
Lokii: “I have.. Not been doing drag, that long. But I have been crafting, designing and MAKING things for years. I think that’s my edge…” Lokii smiles slightly awkwardly.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “So far, the girls are…childish.”
“Wait, what’s this?” Lokii picks up a brown paper bag on one of the werkroom tables and reads something written on it in sharpie. “Barf bags…for if you gag too hard?”
Niagara makes a face. “What the fuck?”
Suddenly, in a sculpted silver one-piece with sharp ridges and bulky shoulders, a stylized mop of blonde and pink curls, super-shadowed fierce makeup and chunky black boots with chains, Lady Gag arrives. In an exact recreation of one of Lady Gaga’s looks from the 2009 VMAs, she purrs. “Dirty pony, I can’t wait to hose you down.”
Ethan makes an obvious look of disgust. Niagara stops laughing very suddenly. Molly laughs even harder.
“HEAVY METAL LOVER!” Lokii yells, before covering her mouth as if she is in fear of being too loud.
Lady Gag: “When our Lord and Saviour Gaga said ‘No matter gay, straight, or bi', lesbian, transgender life?” Lady Gaga smirks. “She was talking first and foremost about me. Are you gagging? I’m Lady Gag, foremost Gaga impersonator of Miami, Florida, and the most gag-worthy woman known to man. Mama I am known to man, if you know what I mean.”
Lady Gag strikes poses in the entrance, twisting her arms into strange shapes and cocking her head at strange angles. “Everyone, just imagine Alejandro is playing over this.”
“I’m imagining it.” Molly says, smiling and still laughing.
Niagara looks nonplussed, Ethan looks dismissive, and Lokii looks shy, but Molly warmly greets Lady Gag with a firm handshake.
“Welcome, Miss Gaga, welcome! You’re giving very 2000 and late! I’m Molly Moppit. Atlantic City roya–”
“MRS. Moppit.” Lady Gag stops her, putting a hand up. “Don’t try to read me with those smile lines and bags under your eyes. I’m 2000 and fresh off the boat if you ever saw it. You will not be coming for me on this, the day of my arrival.”
Molly’s jaw drops. She looks thrilled.
Niagara smiles softly. “You’re going to talk about her looks when you’re a copy-and-paste baby? LOVE to see a tiny little fighter.”
Niagara Halls: “The good thing about doing drag that’s literally on the Canadian-American border is that I can leave the worst of both sides behind. Canadians, watch out: I will NOT be apologizing for my shade! And I can say THIS… who the fuck is Lady Gag?”
“Your shade needs work, I think.” Lady Gag says. “It’s about as dark as midday in FLORIDA. I would know.”
Ethan’s eyes give away his smile. He sits back on the table, relaxing for the first time, to listen to the girls snip back and forth.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “I’m watching these girls, and I think, good. Let them fight. If this is the energy first day, they’re never gonna be able to focus on a challenge, and that’s perfect for me.”
“I BET you would know Florida pretty well!” Niagara shoots back. “That contour job looks pretty Florida Man to me.”
“I am a WOMAN and you will treat me with respect!” Lady Gag yells dramatically.
Niagara looks confused, almost as if she is unsure if Gag is playing into the shade or not.
Molly chuckles. “Girls, girls, oh my gosh! This is gonna be fun as fuck.”
Lokii looks utterly horrified and speechless.
There’s a sound of heels approaching, and the contestants turn to look at the entrance.
“Please give me another crazy bitch,” Molly joke-pleads. “Please!”
In a heavy, blood red reconstructed kimono covered in pearlescent white beads, Shiseido Red slowly struts into the werkroom. Her hair is bold, black and sculpted upwards into a towering beehive, and her silhouette is intricate, yet the restructuring of the kimono lets her show off her legs. “Paint the town red?” She cackles. “Baby, just paint these lips.”
Shiseido blows a kiss. Lokii whoops.
Ethan’s eyes glint with recognition. “An old bitch. Thank goodness.”
Niagara vigorously applauds. Lady Gag still looks caught up in the fight from before. Molly looks concerned, before putting on a smile.
“Oh, it’s YOU!” Molly yells.
Molly Moppit: “I know Shiseido from the New York scene. I travel around the area, and she doesn’t.” Molly smiles.
“Ahh, you’re here!” Shiseido ignores the others around her, looking straight at Molly. “Would you take my bags to that corner of the werkroom over there?” Shiseido asks, pointing to the farthest (and largest) dressing alcove.
“I’d rather not.” Molly drops the playful facade for a moment, as the two look at each other.
Shiseido Red: “Darlings. I’m Shiseido Red, and I’m no spring chicken. I am 45 years old and proud–I have a long legacy in New York City that will outlive any of these basic-bitch children. I was a princess of the 90s club scene and now, I’m their grand duchess. In my scene, we’re all about originality, ingenuity, innovation. So… nothing like what most of these kids are wearing.”
Lokii scurries over to Shiseido. “This kimono is incredible.”
Shiseido smiles curtly. “It’s certainly one step up from a costume, yes.”
Lokii looks awkwardly.
Molly tries to roll one of Shiseido’s suitcases from where it’s parked near the entrance and fails to move it despite pulling with all her strength. Nobody seems to notice.
Molly Moppit: “Damn it, I was going to take half of her shit- subtly!”
Niagara waves a broad hello. “HELLO NEW YORK! I’m SO glad you’re here, these girls are all WHORES so far.”
Niagara goes in for a hug, but Shiseido moves away.
“I’m sorry…do I know you?” Shiseido asks, clearly baffled.
Lady Gag loudly guffaws. Niagara laughs once, awkwardly.
“Oh, yes!” Niagara blushes, pulling away from her failed hug and gesturing wildly with her hands. “I’m Niagara Halls, mama. We worked together at–”
“All you young girls blend together for me.” Shiseido shrugs. “Name doesn’t ring a bell.”
Molly, laughing under her breath, opens Shiseido’s suitcase while she’s distracted and snatches a blonde curly wig.
Molly Moppit: “I don’t get along with Shiseido. But I know this- she has good wigs… and I KNOW that old lady is a smart bitch. Whether or not she actually knows Niagara, she won’t admit it. Throw the girl off. I see you, mama.”
“Aha.” Niagara looks put off. “No worries. It was just last year when–”
“Hello, children.” Shiseido addresses the group like a troop leader. “I fear you look as bland as expected.”
Lady Gag starts up again. “GIRL, this is not–”
It’s Drag Time!
Chronologica steps into the werkroom, and the gathered contestants gasp in shock–except Ethan, who looks over passively.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “Interrupted at 6. So it’s a split premiere…which hasn’t happened since Season 3. Just, of course…of course it would be…”
Molly hurriedly closes Shiseido’s suitcase and tucks the stolen wig into her top. Lady Gag, Niagara, and Lokii rush over towards Chronologica excitedly, while Shiseido and Ethan take their time, making eye contact as they do.
Hello, racers! I’m thrilled to welcome you to the fantabulous Season 6 of Chronologica’s Drag Race! Here, you’ll be competing for the chance to win a spectacular crown and scepter from Moxie Maniac jewels, plus an extra-special grand prize of $100,000.
Everyone cheers and applauds.
One of you could become the next Drag Superstar…orrrr one of the other bitches who shows up next week could snatch the crown away from all of you. This week is your chance to prove your worth before any of those nasty skanks come and get in your way.
Lady Gag: “Quite simply, yes. We ALL know Gaga is THE queen. I can guarantee I’ll be the one to get her her crown!”
For your very first challenge, you’re putting on a premiere talent show. Show us what YOU can do that no one else can, and show us who you are. First impressions count! And you’d better hope it’s not a countDOWN…good luck! And don’t fuck it up!
Shiseido Red: “Believe me, for some of these baby girls? The countdown’s already started.” Shiseido smirks. “I’m prepared for a talent show. I’ve been talented since I was born.”
~
Later, the monarchs strip out of their entrance looks and claim their dressing areas.
Shiseido Red: “For this week’s maxi challenge, it’s time for us to showcase our abilities in a talent show. But first, it’s time to get to know each other.”
Without a word, Ethan picks up Shiseido’s heavy suitcases and moves them to her preferred corner.
“A gentleman.” Shiseido smiles, looking at Ethan’s bandana. “My faceless guardian.”
Ethan chuckles. “No. You’re just not my mark today.”
“Your mark? Alright. You’re an assassin, of sorts.” Shiseido ponders. “Mhm.”
Shiseido Red: “Ethan is giving some sort of Bessie Big Sky-Jupiter Sterling story…but evil? It’s a very specific take, I’ll give him that…I’m at least…curious.”
Ethan looks serious. “Assassin. You could say that.” Ethan retrieves his own bags and puts them next to Shiseido’s, just as Lokii enthusiastically hurries up towards the two-person dressing alcove.
“Oh, sorry!” Lokii says, chuckling awkwardly. “I would love to uh, room with Shiseido, here, uh, the other girls are kinda mean and–”
Ethan looks over, one eyebrow raised.
Shiseido makes a face. “Baby. You’re not old enough to be here.”
Lokii blanches. “No worries, then.” She scurry off.
“...If she bantered back, I’d have had her.” Shiseido responds.
“The baby queens can’t take it. No surprise.” Ethan grumbles.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Niagara, Molly, and Lady Gag each make for separate adjacent dressing stations. Lokii stands awkwardly in the middle of the room.
Lokii: “The producers very clearly told us that we had to share 4 of the dressing rooms, two racers per room. But none of the girls are willing to share with each other… what’s … happening right now? Where am I supposed to go?”
Niagara carefully changes out of her blue gown and puts on a comfortable yellow sweatsuit, then starts picking the clips out of her hair one by one. She watches Ethan and Shiseido across the room as Ethan takes off the bandana covering his face for the first time, then lets out the loudest gasp imaginable and throws her arms to the side, shocked. Blue butterfly clips fall to the ground everywhere.
Lady Gag gives Niagara a look in between racks of hanging clothes. “Diva, what the FUCK are you doing?”
Niagara whispers loudly. “Looooook!!!!” She aggressively points at Ethan, who is currently changing his shirt. Ethan very clearly and visibly has scratchy scruffy facial hair, and no makeup on the bottom half of his face.
Niagara looks gagged. “That’s a MAN, Maury!”
Niagara Halls: “I didn’t expect him to look like that, out of drag… kinda tracks, THOUGH!” Niagara cackles.
Lady Gag yells across the room. “Mister Ethan!”
Ethan looks over as he takes off his beaded vest and reveals his bare chest, clearly showcasing obvious top surgery scars.
Lady Gag looks back to Niagara. “Queens recognize kings. Are you gagging yet?”
“Not on your copy-and-paste eleganza.” Niagara shakes her head, then takes a step and slips on the fallen butterfly clips, awkwardly plopping on her butt.
Niagara Halls: “We’ve had many trans divas compete in this competition- me included. But is this the first trans man here?” Niagara ponders.
While Niagara has fallen, Molly sneaks in and grabs some more blue clips off the ground.
I’m ba-ack!
Chronologica waves from the entrance. Lokii returns the wave. Everyone else hurriedly finishes changing.
Our producers let me know that we’re having some trouble getting into our dressing stations. We do actually need you to share space, here, now.
Lokii: “I kinda was just waiting around- when they came in. I guess I kinda looked.. Awkward.” Lokii exhales. “This is a lot.”
Lokii nods. Lady Gag and Niagara roll their eyes. Molly tuts excitedly.
Molly Moppit: “I live for this drama, honestly. It’s so stuuupid I love it. I’m gonna make this shit eat up as much time as I can.”
“Our space is set, Miss C.” Shiseido says assuredly.
Great. So, which one of you three wants to share space with Lokii?
“I KNOW you’re not equating Miss GAGA to a Disney gay–” Lady Gag smirks.
Niagara shakes her head. “Well, I don’t think our visions are exactly aligned–”
Molly winks, looking at the others. “I’m not cut out for sharing…” She says cheekily.
Lokii stands awkwardly, a bit embarrassed.
Okay, fine. Which two of you want to share with each other?
Niagara scoffs. “The impersonator? That raggedy-ass mop bitch? I am not–”
Girls.
Chronologica looks annoyed.
Okay. Let’s be serious.
“No, of course, I’d love to work with Lokii in our space.” Molly smiles.
Molly Moppit: “I am a playful artist, but I do take this seriously- and I look around, and Lokii looks like a deer in headlights. It’s a competition. But I’ll make her feel welcome. I mean, she’s better then the Gaga impersonator and fucking Niagara Halls.” She takes a sip of her drink.
…
Molly Moppit: “Can we circle back to Lady Gag as a name? Like be inspired and be an orignator but LADY GAG?! I DON’T GET IT!” She bursts, interrupting herself from finishing her drink.
Shiseido and Ethan, who have returned to their corner, give each other a look.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “It’s just like the last few seasons. All the kids are incompetent. No surprise.”
I’ll leave you to it. Now. I’ll see you on the main stage. Let’s keep it professional, alright?
Chronologica departs, and Molly drags her singular small suitcase into Niagara’s dressing station. She drops the bag heavily, and all of the butterfly clips Molly has stolen spill out of it onto the floor.
“Where’s my clips?!” Niagara yells.
Lokii and Molly look at each other, and Molly giggles.
~
Chronologica goes to visit the racers.
Hello, Mr. Angel-Eye.
“Chronologica.” Ethan says gruffly.
Now, you’re drag family, right?!
The other’s ears pick up, as Ethan nods.
“Yeah, I used to be related to Bessie Big Sky. But we’re not talking about that, we’re talking about my talent show.” Ethan says, clearly displeased.
Shiseido Red: “Oh… Inteeeeerersting.” Shiseido purses her lips. “This makes a lot of sense.”
Totally. Well, tell me then, what ARE you doing for the talent show?
“I’m from Montana. We’re not basic-ass pageant queens, who haven’t fought for anything a day in their life-“
Niagara’s head turns over to Ethan’s conversation as she has caught interest, clearly offended.
Niagara Halls: “Wow.” Niagara is looking in a complete state of shock in her confessional room. “… Alright.” Niagara nods.
“…because life’s hard,” Ethan continues. “I was a rez kid, I was in the foster care system, I been through some shit. And I’ve picked up a few skills along the way. So I will be doing a Projectile Weaponry Showcase.”
Interesting. What does that entail?
“Pistols, throwing knives, bow and arrow, shotgun.” Ethan nods. “I’m a good shot, no matter what I’m shooting.”
Fuck yeah.
Ethan smiles for a moment, before nodding.
I was raised at my local gun club, over in La Perouse, Sydney. I know a good few weapons. How are you going to make it dragged up?
“I do it my way. Ethan Angel-Eye is the evil Indian from cowboys and Indians. He’s a vigilante bandit, and these are a bandit’s weapons. I’ve got a story. I know what I do in my performance space- to me, the art stands for itself. I don’t need bells and whistles, because this has never been done before.”
If you keep us excited, well that’s all that matters.
Ethan nods. “I will.”
…
Niagara Halls.
“Chronologica.” Niagara smiles.
Now, you’re a pageant Queen. How is that going to impact you in this competition?
“Well, MAMA!” Niagara says excitedly, talking with her hands. “For me, it’s about serving. I’m pretty, I’m gorgeous and I am not scared to CUT a bitch when I want to.” Niagara draws a line across her throat with one hand.
Chronologica chuckles.
Tell me, what are you doing for the talent show?
“Yodeling.” Niagara smiles brightly.
…Yodelling? Are you a singer?
“NOT at ALL.” Niagara shakes her head. “Like, I’d probably say I am a bad singer.”
Then…why are you yodeling?
“For me, it’s about standing out. I wanted to deliver something no one has really done, make it camp, and then stun on the runway.” Niagara tongue pops.
But do you feel like you are able to do this well? If you’re not a singer-
“I feel like it’s an opportunity to showcase what I can do, and make it fun.” Niagara smiles.
Okay. Well, good luck…
….
Molly Moppit!
“Shhh.” Molly whispers, pointing Chronologica to outside.
I-
“Let’s chat outside; I don’t need them hearing.” Molly whispers, as the two walk to the smoking area outside.
The others look confused as the two disappear.
“Cigarette?” Molly hands one to Chronologica.
Is that from my packet- Okay, tell me, Molly, what’s your talent show?
“For me, I do really take my drag seriously.” Molly smiles. “But I don’t need them all to know that, initially.”
I get it. So, what are you doing for the talent show?
Molly whips out a packet of notes.
Chronologica grins.
“I’ll be presenting onto the main stage, MOPPING DUTY. It’s a live freestyle Diss Track of the Cast of Season 6.” Molly smirks. “And I’ve got the notes for it.”
Why is it called… Mopping Duty?
“Because I am about to wash these bitches out and mop the crown, duh.” Molly chuckles.
Chronologica bursts into laughter.
I think that’s a fantastic idea.
“I don’t want them to know what I’m doing, because part of the work here is centered around making them react. I’m great off the cuff- and planned, secretly. So, for me it’s really important to get to embrace all of that.”
I am really excited to see how you do it, Molly.
Molly grins. “I am too.”
Molly Moppit: “I am going to blow these bitches out of the water, they just don’t know it yet.” Molly winks.
~
The next day, the racers twirl into the werkroom and get ready for the talent show.
Lady Gag: “It’s time for the talent show, and I’m ready. Are these girls ready? Well, they should be, because… I’m coming for them.”
“So, what are you bitches doing for the talent show?” Lady Gag asks, plaiting her hair. “I mean, I know some…”
Niagara starts to yodel.
Ethan rolls his eyes.
Ethan Angel-Eye: “Bitches. The way these children talk.”
“I’m not a bitch, first of all.” Shiseido says. “So let us start there, lookalike.”
“Okay, I was just talking like us girls do.” Lady Gag scoffs.
“Do you know actual Drag Queens?” Shiseido asks.
Lady Gag rolls her eyes.
Lokii whispers under her breath. “So much shade…”
“I’m doing a Stand-Up show.” Lady Gag flicks back her hair. “I’ve been told I’m a funny bitch, so-”
Everyone looks surprised.
Molly Moppit: “She’s a comedian?” Molly bursts into laughter. “Oh, let’s be honest, her biggest joke is her name!”
“Have you done comedy?” Lokii asks.
“Actually, yes.” Lady Gag smiles. “In my room, to my family…”
“Love.” Niagara clicks her fingers. “Werk, bitch, creativity…”
Shiseido Red: “I am starting to notice something. These girls claim to be experienced, knowledgeable- but then, you speak to them, and suddenly they’re like ‘I’ve done this… at home.’ Lacking experience. It SHOWS.”
“I am a designer and club kid.” Shiseido smiles to herself.
“I’d love to hear about what that was like.” Lokii interrupts.
“Well, if you survive the first week, you might hear it.” Shiseido says swiftly.
Lokii looks to the left, then down.
“I’m doing a megamix to 90s club anthems, and designing a look all the while.” Shiseido nods.
Shiseido Red: “This will allow me to put my best foot forward instead of dancing the stage up and down, something I… can’t do as well anymore.”
“That sounds… fine.” Niagara shrugs.
Niagara Halls: “Like, BORING…and honestly, I don’t see it for her?!” Niagara laughs. “OH, the shade of ME!”
Niagara giggles to herself.
“What are you two doing, Molly and Lokii?” Ethan says, surprising the two.
“I’m not talking about it.” Molly winks. “You can wait and see.”
Ethan purses his lips.
“I do wonder if it’s going to be anything of note.” Shiseido says.
Shiseido Red: “Molly has a…not-so-great reputation, in New York. I’ll be honest, she’s never been notable to me, though. Beyond the theft jokes.”
“Well, you gotta wait and see.” Molly winks.
Molly Moppit: “Keep it fun… until you make the move.” Molly smirks.
“I am a bit of a nerd.” Lokii says.
“What a surprise.” Lady Gag jokes.
“...Finish your thought.” Ethan looks at Lokii.
“I’ll be repeating the plot of star wars, with puppets.” Lokii grins.
Everyone once again looks around awkwardly.
“Well, I’m excited for MY own talent show, because it sounds like I’m winning.” Lady Gag says.
“Don’t count your chickens yet, Miss Copypasta.” Ethan responds.
Lady Gag rolls her eyes for what appears to be the 10th time.
Lokii: “I… don’t think anyone gets me here.”
“The cosplay newbie… and the puppets.” Shiseido whispers, shaking her head to Ethan. “The impersonator who does stand-up in her bedroom. The tone-deaf girl singing, and the thief who probably doesn’t even have talents of her own. Great.”
Lokii: “But I have crafted an entire concept. I’ve sewn and made these puppets, made a comedic story and saga- and if there’s one thing I do believe in, it’s the lore. It’s my knowledge in the cosplay, nerd space…”
Lokii giggles, playing with her puppets.
Lokii: “Lokii, you can do this…” Lokii gulps. “I think.”
“Who’s.” Niagara claps. “Gonna.” Niagara claps. “GO HOME FIRST?!”
“You, bitch!” Lady Gag snaps her fingers.
“RUDE, RUDE!!!!!” Niagara yells.
“Not me.” Molly whispers into the camera and winks.
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2024.05.18 23:57 sjanevardsson The Keeper, the Seeker, and the Avatar

After nearly thirty years of research, field work, digging, and sometimes living off the land, Ana had finally found what her family had sought since her great-grandfather. The door was so well hidden that she hadn’t realized it was there until she attempted to break a bit of the surface rock off with her geologist’s hammer. The hollow behind the door resonated with the sound of the hammer on stone.
She tapped along the door to find the edges. With the chisel end of her hammer, she chipped away the encrustations that had built up along the edges. After hours of hammering, chiseling, and digging at the base, the outline of the door was visible. Made of the same rock as the surrounding gneiss, it had gone unnoticed for untold millennia.
Ana pushed the door from the sides, the middle, the top, the bottom, looking for the smallest movement. The door didn’t budge. She sat, leaning against the door on the flat bit of ground she’d dug out. She ate some of the year-old jerky she had in her pack while the sun set.
It was a clear, moonless night, and Ana focused her attention on the whirl of the Milky Way overhead. The sight wasn’t enough to keep her mind off the stubborn door behind her and the aching of her joints from sitting on the rocky ground.
She stood and turned to take a last look at the door for the day. Even in the faint light of the stars, she thought she could make out the edges. At one corner, a flash caught her eye. She moved her head back and forth, trying to find the position that had, she thought, reflected light.
Not finding it, she pulled out her flashlight and shone it on the corner of the door where the flash was. She expected to see a reflection but saw none. She turned out the light, and there it was, except it was two flashes this time.
There was no doubt it was coming from inside, shining out a pinhole in the door seam at the upper left corner. “Monkey see, monkey do?” she asked herself. She pointed the flashlight at the corner and flashed it twice. When nothing happened, she flashed it again.
The response was five flashes. “Oh, fibbi-whatever,” she muttered. “Three and five is eight.” She flashed the light eight times. There was no immediate response. She began to worry that she’d been wrong in her counting or in what pattern they were looking for.
A loud hiss sounded as the whole door slid out away from the wall. Bright light shone around the edges of the door that continued to slide out, far thicker than she’d expected. Where she’d stopped digging in front of it, the door bulldozed its own path.
It stopped with a little less than a meter clearance between the back of the door and front of the rock wall. Beyond lay a downward-sloping walkway. It was shaped like an oval with a flattened floor. A voice echoed from within, “Enter, Anastasia.”
She didn’t know how they knew who she was, but she wasn’t going to turn back after having come so far. She stepped around the door, held by a single, flat piece of metal that disappeared into a groove in the ceiling. The metal that held the massive slab of stone looked far too flimsy for purpose, but pushing against the edges of the open door did nothing to sway the door or distort the metal support.
With a deep breath, Ana threw her pack over her shoulder and stepped into the hallway. As she continued down the hall, more would illuminate ahead of her while behind her, the lights shut off. Where the light came from was a mystery to her, but she was more interested in what lay ahead at that point.
She felt a slight, sudden increase in air pressure in the tunnel, followed by the echoing sound of the door as it closed. She pushed down the edges of panic that wanted to take hold. “I’m on my way,” she said to the tunnel.
The deeper she went, the more the temperature seemed to settle at close to fifteen or sixteen degrees Celsius. Her lips felt dry in the still air, and she applied lip balm while she continued apace ever deeper. Somewhere far underground, the tunnel curved back on itself and kept descending. After two more switchbacks, and what felt like hours of walking, she found herself in a chamber.
It was monumental in scale. The walls curved to meet at least twenty meters overhead. As the lights in the chamber came up, the far side looked a hundred or more meters away, while the doorway she was in was situated about twenty meters from the walls on either side. Covering the bottom two-thirds of the walls were row upon row of plastic-like boxes with lights blinking inside them.
In the center of the chamber was a dais with a holographic glyph floating in the air above it. Standing next to the dais was the owner of the voice she’d heard on entering. The shape was semi-translucent, the lights from the boxes behind it seeming to light it from within. “Welcome,” it said, although it had no mouth with which to speak. Its form shifted and changed, from an amorphous blob to an array of wings and eyes, then through creatures both real and mythical, until it finally settled into the shape of a large woman with wings.
“Who are you?” Ana asked.
“I am the keeper,” it said. “You are Anastasia, the seeker, yes?”
“I’m Anastasia Kell, but I go by Ana.” Ana moved closer to the center of the chamber and the shape-shifting entity at its center. “What is your name?”
“I am the keeper. I have no name.”
“Fine, I’ll call you Odette, then. You look like an Odette.”
The keeper flapped its wings twice, then shrunk its body by adding a long tail. “That is acceptable, seeker Anastasia.”
“Please, just call me Ana.”
“Of course, Ana. Please, come to the dais for your reward. Your dedication has won through.” The keeper moved away from the dais and extended an arm toward Ana. The arm kept extending, reaching Ana’s hand twenty meters away from the keeper.
Ana was surprised that the hand felt warm and dry. She’d expected some sort of slimy, cold thing, but it wasn’t. She let herself be led to the dais. “What are you?”
“I am the keeper.”
“Are you a biological creature or a construct of some sort? Some sort of soft-body robot, maybe.”
“I am a biological construct, designed to keep a record of all intelligent life on this world. I have been keeping these records for 72,363,412 years.”
“Since what…the dinosaurs?”
“Yes. The first were theropods. Traveling in hunter groups, they had a limited language. If they had been more adaptable, they might have not been already dying out by the time of the asteroid.” The keeper changed its shape to a theropod that Ana didn’t recognize. It was about the same height as her, with three-toed feet, three-fingered hand on medium-length arms, and a slightly domed head.
“That’s what they looked like?” she asked.
“Yes.” The keeper shifted into the shape of a porpoise. “There were and are the cetaceans, of course. They have language and culture but are not in a position to leave their cradle.”
“Is that what you’ve been waiting for? An intelligence capable of space travel?”
“Yes. My creators have placed other keepers like me on millions of worlds.” The keeper changed into a sphere. “This is where I am keeper.”
“So now, humans, I guess, are what you’ve been looking for.”
The keeper changed into a primate that resembled a chimpanzee and then morphed through several hominin species shapes, pausing on Neanderthal before finishing up with modern human. “I’ve watched entire civilizations come and go without so much as a scratch to mark them in the geologic record, and yet your kind has made an indelible mark on the planet. Whether that is for better or worse remains to be seen.”
“My guess would be worse, but I’m a pessimist.”
“So you say, but you never stopped searching for the library at the heart of the world.”
“True.” Ana took a deep breath and put a hand on the dais. The holographic glyph hovering above it disappeared, and an eight-limbed creature appeared in its place.
The creature spoke in English, even though its squishy mouthparts made movements that were often in total contradiction to the sounds it made. “Welcome, seeker Anastasia. Updating. Welcome, Ana. What would you like to learn today?”
“What are my limits here? This place was hard enough to find, what kind of things won’t you tell me?”
“The records will answer any questions you have that can be answered. Nonsensical and paradoxical queries will be ignored. The library is hidden to ensure that only those ready to take the next steps beyond their cradle can find it. As such, all our knowledge is yours for the asking.”
“So, I blinked a light in a simple sequence. How does that mean we’re ready to take the next steps – whatever those are?”
“You are the fourth generation of your family that has searched for the library, correct?” the holograph asked.
“I am.”
“And you have spent the majority of your adult life in the same search, have you not?”
“I have,” she said, “but how does that–”
“Multi-generational planning and execution, combined with drive and determination, and the knowledge of basic mathematical concepts. This is enough to start with.”
“Are you just another aspect of Odette?”
“No, I am the avatar of Krshnlgik-mlOgnk, the current head of remote planetary studies on our home world of MFkst.” The pronunciation of the non-translated names sounded more like someone choking in a bowl of oatmeal than a language.
“Is faster-than-light communication possible?”
“It is. I am currently speaking with you from a distance of thirty-one thousand light years.”
“How?”
A series of formulae appeared in the space above the dais. “You may use your phone to photograph these, since memorization might be difficult.”
Ana did. “And faster-than-light travel?”
The formulae were replaced with more, some of which looked similar to the first. She photographed those as well.
“Do you have any other questions?”
“How can you claim to keep track of everything happening all over the world?”
“The keeper, or Odette as you call it, has a connection through quintillions of microscopic wormholes to points all over the planet.”
“So, would you have the contents of the Library of Alexandria as they were just before it burned?”
“We do.” Thousands upon thousands of titles scrolled by, many in languages Ana couldn’t even guess at, but with an English translation next to them.
“That might be something for another day,” she said. “Are there others out there in the galaxy or just your people?”
“There are many others,” the avatar said, as images of dozens of strange body plans showed. “We are a small part of a wider galactic community.
“You seem to be pondering something,” the keeper said. “Do not be afraid to ask your question.”
“How do we get off this rock and join the galactic community?”
The keeper morphed into the shape of a cozy chair and said, “Get comfortable.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because,” the avatar answered, “this is going to take a long time to explain.”
prompt: Dream up a secret library. Write a story about an adventurer who discovers it. What’s in the library? Why was it kept secret?
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2024.05.18 23:52 deeptechsharing Beatport Weekend Picks 20 (2024)

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2024.05.18 23:51 ambrofam Cholula girl

I was eating at the table with my family one day, and i noticed my dad eating his tacos. He had a glass bottle of Cholula hot sauce. Don't get me wrong, I've seen it before, but just today did I notice the beautiful woman on the front of the bottle. I was fixated on her glorious stare. I asked my dad to hand me the bottle; now, I was never one for spicy stuff, but I felt a fire kindling inside me. She would take me through my pain. As I slathered the red sauce all over my tacos, almost drowning them, all I did was stare at her, the cholula girl: shaking up and down... until my dad took the bottle away from me; it was empty. "That's quite enough son, you're gonna give yourself an ulcer." He said. I ate my tacos, now red and hot, while I stared at her. I felt myself grow horny by the mere thought of her, and when dinner was over and my parents weren't looking, I snuck the empty bottle into my room. All that night I jacked off to the cholula girl. She was just so beautiful, so spicy. When I woke up, I had her on my nightstand. I got up before I got dressed and yet again jacked off to her. My parents were going to the store, and I requested several bottles of cholula. "I've never tasted anything so good," I lied. While they were gone, I felt the affects of the bottle the night before take over. I ran to the toilet and blew the porcelain throne up. No amount of frebreze could help. My ass was on fire, but yet again I went into my room and waxed another one off to cholula girl. My parents came back home with a 6 pack of cholula. I downed a bottle a day from then on. My shits became as runny so much so it could be counted as a 5th state of matter. Fiery as the sun itself. My parents started getting the gallon cholulas, but that only filled my passion, she was even bigger on those. At this point, I was choking my chicken around 20 times a day. My parents finally grew concerned after I finally blew a chunk of porcelain out the side of the loo, but I paid for the toilet and told them not to worry about me. No longer could I taste anything but cholula, my tongue has boils, and my stomach felt like it had been raptured into smithereens. Every time I waxed my board, it felt like a fiery geyser of lava spewing out of my willy. I was in pain, but the love I felt for cholula girl kept growing. I even started oiling up with cholula. I shat pure fiery liquid about 20 times a day, and yoinked one off about 40 times a day at this point. When my parents finally took me to the doctor, I was diagnosed with raging hemorrhoids and over 12 ulcers in my stomach, and 18 throughout my entire digestive tract. When my parents quit buying it, I started paying for myself. By then, I was just drinking cholula to wack off to her. I had a new bottle for every wank now. I collected my jizzed-upon bottles under my bed, and soon it was taking over my room. I drank that shit like alcohol. I ate nothing else. My body couldn't even digest the cholula anymore, it just went right through me; cholula down one side, cholula out the back. One day I was simply petting my snake, slathered in cholula to my beautiful girl, and my life flashed before my eyes. A sharp pain, immense, filled my stomach. I hadn't felt pain in years, since I downed my first taco. I was rushed to the ER, and it turns out I had immense internal hemorrhage and a stage 5 hernia in my intestines. I was there for weeks after my surgery. The doctors and nurses didn't know, but every night during quiet hours, I would go to the cafeteria and steal bottles of cholula and rub one off, "I haven't seen you in so long, mi bonita." I had said. Everyday I would shit the bed with my thermonuclear stream, melting the bedsheets and disintegrating the drywall in my room. Every time I downed a bottle at night. I could feel my internal stitches burning, melting, congealing. The stitches melted completely one night and they had to redo the surgery again. But what they found out was I now had a severe internal hemorrhaging, and the cholula I was eating was leaking into every corner of my body. I sit here today, forever crippled in a wheelchair. It was lust that got me here, a lust of a beautiful spicy latina...

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2024.05.18 23:50 Infamous_Tangerine47 How do have you guys beaten the fear?

I've only had these for 3 years now. I don't get that many appreciate it's miniscule in comparison to others at most I get like 50 a day.
Also get the odd racing heart at rest but still seems to stay in rhythm.
Also sometimes chest pain.
All started 3 years ago when I had 30 seconds of normal beat missed beat on repeat.
I've had million ecgs, 2 holter monitors, echo, chest xray and stress test ecg all normal.
But I just can't shake the feeling that at some point it's going to escalate into a dangerous heart rhythm.
I get when people say don't worry about what you can't control but easier said than done.
Also all the stuff flying around still about covid and the vaccines potentially causing heart issues doesn't help.
Just feel like clearly somethings damaged with my heart that causes these things and struggle some days to get out of my head about it.
So how do you guys do it? How do you reassure yourselves? How long have you lived with it?

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2024.05.18 23:48 DearExperience4795 Questions regarding my recently deceased pet

To start, my post isn't to criticize or blame any of the vets decisions at all, I'm really just wondering if anyone here will have some insight to the situation and help me get some closure. Most of this will probably read more as a vent than anything, but I'm having a difficult time processing all of this.
(Some backstory and context- ) My family's golden retriever passed away yesterday morning. She was 13, she lived a long life. I wasn't her primary owner, she was my parents dog and I feel a lot of conflicting emotions regarding the way she was cared for. She received some emotional attention and she was given a lot of treats, but that's about it. No vet visits, no regular grooming, no walks, no stimulation. She was a house dog. When I was younger and more available, I would walk her every day and groom her regularly, she seemed really healthy. Once I didn't have time anymore, no one else stepped up to make sure she was getting that necessary care. A few months ago, I got sick of it and tried to groom her, but she was covered in so many matts that I really didn't feel equipped to deal with (I had actually accidentally cut her arm after trying a little bit, I couldn't even see her skin, this made me cry for like 2 hours and I was tearfully begging that they take her in), she needed a professional groomer and I even offered to pay for one to no avail. I told them she needs to see a vet as well because she was covered in so many lumps and bumps, and given her breed, there's a big chance they were cancerous. I didn't expect them to make her go through extensive cancer treatment, but I did expect them to get her looked at and provided with all of their options for care, mostly related to pain management.
(The past week- ) They waited until the very last moment to get her to see a vet, her breathing was extremely labored and wheezy. They immediately prescribed 300mg dose of gabapentin, 20mg of Prednisone, and 375mg of Clavamox (generic) tablets (I believe she weighed 60-70lbs). The Clavamox was specified to be taken with food, my mom somehow interpreted this as a small amount (like, hide it in a slice of turkey or peanut butter amount of food) and not a full meal. She gave her 2 rounds of doses of all 3 medications, once in the evening (the day of seeing the vet), then again the following morning despite her not having had a full meal yet. Lily (goldys name), had a very drastic reaction to this, she collapsed (hindsight, I assume from the Gabapentin), tried to get up, collapsed again, and urinated all over herself. Not too long after she vomited the very little food she had had in the past couple days. At this point, I wasn't aware of any the medications she was receiving, and I told my mom to hold off until we speak to a vet. I told them to write down everything that's happened since seeing the vet the day before; how she hasn't eaten, how she received 2 rounds of medications, and the details of the accident that happened in the morning. I told them to make a detailed list that includes the names of the medications and to call a vet and ask where we should go from here. I went to work, came home, and found that neither of them did any of that. They decided to just hold off on the Clavamox medication until her follow up appointment (a week away from her last appointment). At this point they're still wanting to feed her anything at all, lunch turkey slices, uncooked sausage, peanut butter, etc. I again told them we should consult a vet about diet in this time, she's old, she's in pain, she's on medications. Still nothing. I googled foods to feed dogs when they're sick, got results like unseasoned, boiled chicken, rice, 100% pumpkin puree, and other things. Thankfully, they bought some of these foods. The only thing she would even nibble on was the pumpkin puree, but it was something. The next day, yesterday morning, she again received her medications even though she still hadn't eaten a full meal at this point. I feel like that much medication without food for so long would be very taxing on the body, am I correct in that assumption or... ? Anyway, not long after receiving it, she passed away. She died silently right next to me, in my doorway. I didn't even notice it happened and it's breaking my heart every time I think about it. I feel so much anger, in part towards my parents but also towards myself.
***At the end of the day I guess my question is***, do you think the vet was aware of all these circumstances to a degree? Do you think they were aware of the immense amount of neglect and decided to ease her suffering? I almost take relief if that's the case, in someone doing anything about her condition. I just wish I had known how little time I had left with her. I know that no one will have a definitive answer to this, I guess I just want to hear some informed speculation from anyone who has some experience with this sort of thing.
If anyone is wondering why I didn't do all of the care myself, I don't have a car or license, nor could I afford all of it alone, nor did I have the time to do all of it alone, and all of that contributes to the guilt I feel. I have my own cats that I take great care of and make sure they're safe, stimulated and healthy. I can't also take care of my parents pets, unfortunately. As of now, they have one dog and I'm trying to encourage them to walk him, to take him to the vet and to be more involved in his care while it's not too late. They simply can't wait until the last second again, it's unconscionable. I also urged that they not get another pet, which luckily they agreed to as they don't want to deal with more heartbreak of losing a pet. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope this wasn't too much to read, sorry.

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2024.05.18 23:47 Spinning_Back_Fist I feel lonely & expendable

How to begin?
I'm a 38F; single.
My hobbies are D&D, art, video games, traveling, and karate. I play D&D every weekend, and go to karate 3xs/week. I work full-time doing tech-related things for a small department.
While I have "friends", I feel as though I'm often the only one reaching out to see how they are, or the only one wanting to spend time together.
I've given up the dating scene for now as it's been really disappointing after the last 3 months with local men, and a hurtful last year with falling for someone who never did (and still doesn't 'see me' or know what makes me tick.) He and I were friends before the situation, and still are, but he's distant; which sucks as I feel the closest to him more than anyone else in the area....though it may be one-sided at this point.
At work, I feel like an outlier as I don't fit in with the other girls in the department that I work with. Hobbies, age, body type; everything is different. Most of them are married as well. None of them do tech, and I feel awkward being in groups of women as most of my hobbies have always been male-dominated and I'm more comfortable talking about geek stuff than getting my nails done or the latest video on Tiktok.
D&D is fun, and I like several of the people that I play with, but they are all married/have children, while I have neither of those. And some of them are good friends of people who I don't get along with at all, and would rather not be around.
I love karate. I would go to class every day if I could. The dojo feels like my spiritual home, but it's small with a lot of kids. I would love to spend time with some of the people that go there, but they're always so busy; usually with their families or their jobs. They'll make promises to hang out, and not follow through. Or they'll make plans with me, and then change them without discussing them with me first; telling me afterwards when I've already made other plans and can't join them with their new plans.
I think the worst thing is hearing them talk about going home to their families, or the ones who are roommates; ask each other what they want for dinner as they walk out together...They say we're friends, but friends make time to hang out together, don't they? I often just end up sitting in my car for awhile after class; either in the parking lot or at home, as I don't want to return to an empty place. (I can't afford a pet right now.)
I spent 7.5 years teaching English both in Korea and Japan. The isolation and loneliness there was to be expected; with the language and cultural barrier and whatnot. I even got so lonely that I signed up for junk emails just so 'someone' would email me. I also started writing a diary and emails that I never sent to feel like maybe someone was hearing me. So I guess that I felt like when I got back here, I would naturally fall into friendships and relationships, but that hasn't been the case. My local friends from high school I feel as though I've outgrown, and my foreigner friends that I made in Japan aren't allowed to talk after a certain time, are busy with s/os, or are depressed so don't want to talk anymore.
I know that I'm "really cool" and a good person and friend with a big heart. I've heard it alot. But it just feels like if I were to slowly disappear, would people notice? Would they even care past the work I do or me being one of the few women at the dojo? I love the dojo, and I want to help there with whatever I can, but I often feel shot down when I offer to help with things; even if I have the skills or experience to help and they could really use my help.
Sometimes I fantasize that my friends would call upon me for help and support with something and I could swoop in there and be appreciated by them. I guess I just want to be wanted and needed by someone, if not something. I want to be included, and invited to things. I want to help my friends and have a strong bond with them and spend time outside of our shared hobbies with each other. I want to belong somewhere.
I miss the community that I had in high school. I tried joining community band here, but it didn't go well so I joined karate instead. My online gaming friends either are busy with their gfs and we very rarely game together now, or they no longer have a subscription to play online.
I've tried to embrace the fun parts about being alone; like staying in pajamas or staying up late or following my own plans. I'll take myself out to do fun things, like seeing a movie, or lunch, or the beach, but the novelty wears off when I get home and I'm alone and have no one to really share it with. Except Facebook.
While I was invited to a friend's birthday party last-minute, I'm also currently under an incredible amount of stress at the moment with my dad being in the hospital, and having to see him nearly every day. I haven't been able to focus on work, and when I get home, I'm mentally and physically tapped out. Household affairs have greatly fallen behind and it makes me come down on myself even harder...why do other people not have this problem and not break down and cry like I do? I've been so frustrated and hard on myself lately... I have a therapy appointment next month, but that's still so far away.
I just really need a hug, and an invitation to hang out with friends and be seen and understood without judgement.
Thank you for listening.

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2024.05.18 23:44 Sea_Molasses6194 what is your motivation to stay sf?

Hi there, so I have quit sugar several times, the last time was when I did the Whole 30 from nov 2022 to April 2023. I noticed that I started to get too thin and was losing muscle. I began watching YT videos on strength training and body building content where they strongly advocate eating sugars (often process sugars like cereal) post work out to "get bigger" and replenish your glycogen stores post workout. This led me down a dark path with sugar and by October 2023 I was back to overeating sugar. I steadily binged on sugar from Oct 2023 to current, with today being day two of no added sugar. I would eat chocolate candies at the office, eat several granola bars (fig bars), then stopped at the grocery store and get pastries for dinner. I stopped eating most fruits, veg, and protein and would just eat sugar all day. I know how bad this is.
I have a history of alcoholism and I quit drinking in 2018 when I found out I was accepted into Master's program and was getting my life together. What currently prevents me from drinking is knowing that if I pick up the bottle, I would lose everything. I wouldn't be able to work and support myself and my drinking would absolutely culminate in my losing my license and everything I have worked so hard for. I know this mentality doesn't work for everyone, but it works for me, I follow the "only one drop" recovery model and yes I know some view this as a self fulfilling prophecy, however it works for me. With sugar, it's doesn't have the same gravity and it can be easy to justify. If I pick up a hersey's kiss it likely won't culminate in me losing everything, therefore I need help thinking of what I have to lose if I relapse on sugar. I think about being so grumpy and depressed that it's hard to function and I could eventually start missing work, I think of diabetes, heart disease, losing limbs, I think of how I isolate when I feel self conscious, fat and bloated, I think of money wasted on sugar, how sick and sad I feel after sugar, but I feel like I am missing something. What are your whys for quitting and sustaining your sobriety? Is there something I am missing?

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2024.05.18 23:42 Difficult-Young-5533 Just because I can't stop thinking about it

All I ever did was love her, get she did me like that. I know i gotta move on with my life but what did I do to deserve that. I treated her like my queen. Yet she lied. I was also pretty obvious after I found out about her guy bestfriend, which she hid from me for like a month. That's is me or him, she chose him. Clearly. I hope she's getting all the space and time she told me she needed while I was out there worrying about her she was playing valorant with that loser. I hope making playlists and playing valorant is helping a lot in studies. I hope bitching about me is helping a lot in studies. "Fuck you in all honesty" that stabbed a hole through my heart.ahh. "I don't need it" damnnn. That's how I get a farewell. Crazy. I hope bitching away about everything I told you not to helps alot in STUDIES. I bet he's Helping alot in STUDIES yeah. out of everything in the world "studies" is the excuse she gave me. Great. Great. I can't fathome the fact how I was dying for a text reply back. While she was playing games with that guy, I called her she was playing with him, silly me thinking she was actually feeling low or something. Silly me how i thought she learnt chess to play with me. Silly me i thought she loved me. Silly me i thought she meant the words I said. Silly me i cared about her. Silly me i ghosted her twice. Silly me how i thought she would prioritise me over him. It enrages me why was she so close with him. Why was I not enough for her. What did I do wrong. Was I not right about anything. I changed everything about me to fit in her frame of a good boyfriend. Yet that's how I get treated. Fuck my life. Have a great life. I know you prolly "don't need it" from me. Go be his favourite. Because clearly i couldn't be yours. I tried. I just told her what i thought, but she took it was too south. I couldn't fathome the fact of my WIFE having a "guy bestfriend" she was priotiesing over me. I couldn't fathome the fact of my wife playing games with him, while I would want to talk to her. Going on little friends only dates and all those bullshit. I want to be the only guy in my wife's life. Is that too much to ask for in return for everything, everything. Go entertain him. Join the same gyms and be a "power couple" lol. If one day, I hope not, she gets treated the same way she treated me, she was understand it all. When her current bf starts hiding other girls from her. Playing games with other girls while ignoring her. I can't sleep, my body can, heart can't. I will never forget it. The dent you made. Why did she had to tell him about things we did, isn't that supposed to be "private". "PRIVACY" YEAH. I still have everything she gave me, everything. I won't burn it. I will give it back to her. So that she can give it to him. I wanted to give her a bracelet, her guy friend did it before me. She prolly lied about a cousin giving it to her. Because come on it isn't hard for a liar to lie after telling hundreds of other lies. Yeah. Go enjoy watching every show, reading every book with him. I had planned a date for the first time, it was my ideal date. I even read an entire fucking book over my school exams. So we could talk about it on the "date". All in vein.i hope she enjoys every date with him. Why the fuck am i using so many fullstops. And she finally blocked me on reddit so she won't stalk me now hopefully.
"Good night love" .rage.

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