autisticproblems:

Autistic Problem #111: When you’re asexual, and a person tries to tell you that your asexuality is invalid because you’re autistic.

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Amen.

Lol.

i fucking hate moving. i really do. i have to be ready to pack this truck wednesday. and i’m no where near where i need to be to go. at this point i am so completely overwhelmed by all i have to get done by wednesday. and we’re leaving early thursday morning. two delightful days on the road with a cat that hates travel.

i found my autism works better with huge changes if i break it down into smaller, manageable chores. but i’m still not ready. at all. it looks like a fucking huge mess, even though logically, it’s really not.

actually, i could get most of it done today and tomorrow.

i just hate fucking around with moving. it’s a huge pain in my ass. and it stresses me quite badly. even tho the furniture is already taken care of being gone (someones coming for the last two pieces tomorrow) and there’s really not a lot left to cram in boxes, i’m still stressed the fuck out.

OH SNAP! dubstep break! Knife party- centipede

happy caturday, yo.

delta heavy - Demons
i so love delta heavy.

youranonnews:

We arrived late Saturday, into news that some of our allies had been already harassed by the police. We took it in stride and decided that it was best if we save our strength for the next day, Sunday, where the major protests of the weekend were to happen.

We arrived at Grant Park around…

yeah. so do i sometimes. been in the mental hospital four times. self-injurer for 3 decades. but i stopped. and i’m finally ready to talk about this.

i tried to kill myself with a combination of sleeping pills and vodka in late 2009. i mentioned going away forever to a friend on fb, she found out what i did. she called my sister, who called my nearest family member, then spent her next several hours in the car updating my fb friends and rushing here. after my relatives had to have the firemen haul me to the ER and ICU.

now, i have no recollection of it, but they apparently pumped my stomach in the ER. i didn’t happen to come round until about 3 days later in the ICU. when i saw my sister and my rents huddled there, in the crappy plastic chairs the hospital gives people. i cried. well, as much as i could. ever seen the Matrix? when neo wakes up in the pod and yanks the tube out of his throat? yeah, those are real. my throat was terribly dry from that shit.

i was literally unable to communicate. even with a pad and paper. and of course the indignity of having to urinate in front of someone. and know that for 3 days some poor nurse was scrubbing every inch of me. ew.

thing is, i was on anti-depressants. they’re poison. they made me worse than i’ve ever been. ask anyone who knows me. compare me now to me then.

i fully regret all the pain that i put my friends and family though. i’d never wish that on anyone. i saw it in their faces when i woke out of the coma. and it was an “OH FUCK” moment. afterwards, when i was well enough, my sister snatched me away to her home in nashville. i had “FORGIVE ME” tattooed on the inside of my arm. this isn’t so much a reminder to god, as it is to myself.  trevOr, forgive me. most people will get that.

anyway, dumping something tormenting me for years. it’s time to let it go. it’s time to share it, so others may understand.  now all i need is some funny shit, some good friends, and to remind myself not to be so fucking serious. sorry if that oversimplifies it, but it’s true. we’re mites clinging to a speck of dust in an infinite expanse that any number of very bad things could happen to. shut up. laugh. enjoy the ride.

i chilled and slayed zombies with friends today. what did you do?

mostlydeplorable:

solikiwassayin:

what exactly do asexual people masturbate to??

What do YOU masturbate to? Never an appropriate question regardless of orientation or gender identity.

But since you asked. I turn on the paid advertisement channels and go nuts.

Now, inquiring minds want to know. What do you masturbate to then? Lawn mowers running over flipflops? The craw of seagulls?

God this question is so fucking stupid. Activities done in private are private.

it irritates me to no end that people think our being asexual is an excuse to ask of us the most inappropriate questions. questions no reasonable human would ever ask another. god, how fucking dumb are you, solikeiwassayin?

it’s in your head now.

autumnseeds:

untitled by lisa.ohara on Flickr.

i’m kind of a sock/leg/foot person…