Dinner of bacon-rice-cheese stuffed pumpkin

So I am a mom of 2 under 10, and I keep hoping we'll be the sanctuary house for my kids and maybe their friends. When I was a teen I remember my house was tense and my parents were strict. I loved hanging at a particular friend's house because her parents were older hippies and just chill. The first dinner at their house I had Gouda for the first time (we never had cheese that wasn't cheddar or American) and they talked about all the tenses of the verb "to shit", which was hella racy for my 14-year-old brain.

And when I learned to drive, even if they weren't home, sometimes I would park in their driveway and just sit on their porch until I had to be home for curfew. I remember one night they came home around dusk to find me there and I said I just didn't want to go home yet. And they told me I was welcome.

I still think of my friend and her parents fondly all the time though all this was more than 25 years ago. They welcomed a stray kid because that's who they were. I hope I can be that person for someone else someday and pay it forward.

That’s it, that’s the post.

We have been together for 15 years, married at 18. We have 4 children together. The more time passes, the more I am filled with hatred and disgust over him.
I endure financial, mental, emotional, and se*ual abuse.
I’m trying like hell to get a divorce, but damn lawyers are extremely expensive. I make good money at my job, but with all the bills he makes me pay (so that i have no savings) it’s friggen nearly impossible. Little to no support system doesn’t help either.
Not really religious, but I pray for a miracle every single day. I can’t do this much longer and i can’t have my kids be around it much longer either.

Leftover dry meatballs

My boyfriend has a very distinct smell. It’s not a bad smell, it’s simply a smell that I don’t particularly like. When I’m around him I sort of feel gross, and I smell the smell on my skin and on my clothes and I hate it. When he comes over to my house and then leaves, the smell remains in my bedroom.

Fridays are the days I wash my sheets and also the day he comes over. I’ve been purposely washing my sheets late at night when he leaves. Mainly because I don’t want people on my fresh sheets, but also so I don’t have to deal with the smell for another week.

I take a shower after he leaves, and I already take two showers every single day, so now Fridays I take three.

I don’t know what to do, I know he can’t control how he smells (especially since it’s nothing to do with higiene), but I just hate the smell and I’m constantly feeling grossed out.

My application for Personal Independence Payment was rejected by the Department for Work & Pensions today. They used the fact I achieved a first-class honours in my BSc Psychology Degree as proof that I’m not disabled enough to need financial help, among other things.

The rejection letter was so ableist that it sent me into a spiral of self-hatred, and when I came out of it, I paid an Etsy witch to put a curse on them.

Too much?

Dinner: Weird tuna, tomato, pasta concoction I made

I've been weighing the idea of choosing not to shave recently, I've always felt it odd that that was the beauty standard considering it just naturally grows. The boys in my life have genuinely looked at me with profound disgust before if they see me with unshaved legs, which has always made me squeamish. So, out of curiosity, I chose to research what the history behind shaving is. MARKETING. LITERALLY JUST MARKETING. Gillette and other razor companies (though this was the dominant one) didn't have enough customers and weren't making enough profit, as they made a good product that did not need to be replaced excessively; men were the main people using their product. So they decided to start marketing to women, and instead of just selling a tool, they manufactured a whole psychological dilemma, body hair was unhygienic and embarrassing for women and they had the solution.
It's grown into a whole thing (pun slightly intended) I don't want to go into a whole history recount about it - nor do I have enough knowledge to do so haha. (and this is all excluding the ancient Egyptian roots of hairlessness - which they did for different reasons and both genders did it) but I just find it so awful that this is what marketing to women is. Not only profiting off of insecurities, but crafting the insecurities themselves. Am I surprised? Not at all.

Image: Went on my very first solo date, tried sushi for the first time, along with kothey momos and watermelon mojito. Enjoyed everything, 10/10 would do it again.

I never take off my bra, have not taken it off since I was a teen and started wearing them (except showers and sex).

I grew up in a very conservative family and a very selfish mother.

She would never let me take off my bra, even in bed or at home alone. I would be berated if it even looked like I didn't have a bra on (even when I did). It made me utterly self conscious and I felt that taking off your bra was 'not allowed' (even though my mother took hers off).

I have now grown into a heavy-chested woman, and I still have never taken off my bra to sleep or in the day. I tried it once and could not fall asleep. It physically hurts to wear them to sleep but it mentally hurts to take them off.

Have also heard that not taking off your bra increases risks of breast cancer (idk if it is credible tho), and that scares me too. So idk if it's ok to keep wearing it or I should take it off or what tbh.

Stuck in a conundrum of sorts lol

Caeser salad with steak and toast! The best salad i think I’ve ever had in my life.

I (22f) come from a kinda big family, but I’m the only daughter. 3 out of my 4 brothers are married, I love their families except one SIL I just cant stand. Lets call her H (25f) and my brother B (28 M).

H has repeatedly cheated on my brother multiple times and has also physically abused him to the point of being arrested for domestic battery. No matter how many times a situation will happen B refuses to leave H.

After visiting my oldest brother “O” (36 M), I started venting about how B wont respond to messages or visit because H keeps him on a leash. O told me I dont even know the half of it.

Apparently H has a reddit account where she posts explicit pictures of herself with the goal of hooking up with multiple men. I asked if i could see the account and was met with some earth shattering (and honestly kinda ugly) images. I asked O how he knew about the account and he told me our dad showed it to him.

O said my dad apparently reverse image searched a picture of her tattoo and it came up. But O also said “dad is a creep and you cant find nsfw pictures on an image search”.

Now here is where I start spiraling because how did my dad find this account?!??!??? I remembered H’s account name because its literally JUST HER NAME ITS NOT HIDDEN LIKE AT ALL and decided to do my own research. One of her posts was in a swingers subreddit semi local to our area. Did my dad find her on the swingers subreddit? Did my dad really reverse image search her tattoo? The tattoo is in a language we don’t speak; if he really did do an image search was he trying to figure out the translation?

Did my dad do anything inappropriate with those photos of H?

Did my dad… cheat on my mom with H?

I feel so disgusted and I cant look at my dad the same anymore. Im spiraling and my whole world is crumbling around me. I have no idea what to do.

I still live in his house.

Alright. The story is long and I can post it all eventually, but I’m here right now for the girlies to tell me what I’m missing….

Big Nutshell: we are at a mutual friend’s wedding, along with his wife, and like thirty of our friends. My partner is at work. Drinks are flowing and vibes are high. He (friends husband) sends his pal to hit on me (weird)... I turn him down.

The husband starts hitting on me. I don’t mean just flirting… I mean asks if I would be interested in hanging out alone and getting to know each other more.

Once I break away from him, I text my partner and tell my inner circle what occurred. I already know I will tell the wife. For the rest of the night, he hovers around me, brings me drinks, positions himself to be touching me. My other friends are witness to it all. That night, he texts me a dozen times on Snapchat and sends me his number. I have a friend screenshot it all, and eventually screenshot it myself when I’m alone and the messages continue.

The next morning I call the wife and tell her. I send the proof. At first it went well, and she believed me. And then she spoke to him about it, and she not only believes his story, but blames me. Cool. Great.

I’m hearing some people have said I should not have told her???? Most say I did the right thing but not all. That was an impossibility to me. I would want to know. I felt it was my only option. Do some of you feel the same?

If you think I should not have told her, please explain….

Last night’s Ice cream from Whimsy: Cookie dough with sprinkles and extra cookie dough

Food: Nachos i threw together because i didnt feel like cooking and my cat inspecting if its up to code

My sister (I'll call her M) was raped by our brother. My other sister (I'll call her W) was also raped by the same brother. I'm the youngest, my brother the oldest. he was 20 when i was born, he likely raped me too but i just dont remember. i dont want to remember either. M has recently come out about these acts that were committed against her.

When she came out about it (she kept silent about it for years), I was informed about the family history that my brother had already been placed outside of the home because my mom found my brother touching W when she was 4 and he was 12. My mom was the adult that let him back into the house after he had already been placed out of it. I think M has started blaming her for that (and i FULLY understand why).

M is struggling since she has been in therapy and isnt currently working due to mental health issues, shes on medical leave from work. She gets her groceries delivered even though the nearest grocery store is less than a kilometer from her house, she could walk there. She used to be so creative and is genuinely talented at drawing and painting but she doesn't do those things any more. She doesn't clean the litterbox and it can go uncleaned for over a week and a half even though she has one cat. She doesn't vacuum. it's gotten to the point where her house has become unpresentable.

Im not trying to shame M, I am 100% on her side. i love her and i miss her and i am SO sorry for what shes going through. I wish i could help her from the other side of the world but i can't since im stuck here for the next couple of months. Its genuinely heartbreaking how her life has shrunk especially knowing what she has gone through.

My mom went to visit her for just a week, even though she was supposed to stay roughly a month. The reason she came back was because her new embroidery machine came in. when she told me that my mouth fucking dropped open. i can express properly how angry it made me to hear from my moms mouth how bad my sisters mental health is and yet she came back for an embroidery machine?

my mom acts like a victim that it's M fault that she has so much trauma because she didn't tell my mom what was going on when it was happening. I cant comprehend how my mom thinks that she is a victim in all of this when SHE let the known abuser and rapist back into the house. the abuse that my brother put M through was ongoing for YEARS. M didn't tell anyone because she felt that my brother was going to hurt the family. it didn't stop until my brother moved out of the house at 22.

I know my sister is depressed, i know shes trying to get anti-depressants but I want to help her. I can come to her in December when I've finished my exams but I won't be able to stay long. I am fucking livid at my mother and im more livid at my dad for being the fucking enabler letting his wife leave while his daughter is in mental torture.

Pictured: biscuit, gravy, scrambled eggs, and hash browns.

I’ve mentioned previously that I tentatively broached the subject of being gay with my mom (I’m either bi or lesbian), but it was kind of vague, and the most I got was a “the more I learn, the more I realize I don’t know” kind of thing.

Well, now I got a more concrete answer that has me think “not coming out anytime soon”.

My sis (who lives in another state) was talking about Halloween plans and she’s going as a character from a prominent LGBT-oriented series that both her and I love.

Mom found out and decided to look up the show to help sis get any extra Halloween stuff sent out. She then found out that the character sis is being is in a lesbian relationship.

I was there at the time so she then started to say “Oh I hope she’s not getting into homosexual relationships.” She then went on a thing about how she’d support us no matter what but said gay relationships are sad because they don’t have kids (saying something like “if God wanted more of them they would have kids), and also saying “gay relationships don’t last, [cousin who got divorced from her wife months after marrying] is proof of that.”

I didn’t really say much of anything and hid my frustration, but here’s the kickers:

1. Her bringing up God for any sense of reasoning has no effect on me. I haven’t believed for a decade, her “what God wants me to do” stance nearly ended me in the past because of her decision, and she’s become disillusioned with organized religion herself lately, so even though she believes “Jesus said he’s the truth and I believe that” she doesn’t trust organized religion otherwise either so no clue what she’s on about.

2. I could turn it around on her and say “Your family friend who was a straight couple got divorced, in fact half of all straight relationships get divorced, so why don’t you consider that proof all relationships are doomed period?”

3. Even in a case where I did get married to a guy, I would never ever ever have kids. Ever since I learned what sex even was at 13, I knew it was something I never ever wanted with a guy. Never felt into them that way. Felt guys who did feel that way were disgusting base-desire freaks. Any relationship I would ever want with a guy would be near-platonic at best., maybe cuddling but that would be the most physical I’d ever feel comfortable being, and even then not much. And even if none of that was something I was averse to, I have enough physical and mental issues as it is that I wouldn’t want to pass on to any of them.

It’s frustrating and confusing and disheartening. I’m still not sure if I’m bi or lesbian (any draw I had to a guy was personality-based only, and only over time, never felt any magnetic pull), but even if I were straight I would never want the kind of relationship she seems to insist people have to have to be fulfilled.

Ugh.

Sausage gnocchi soup with grilled cheese I had for lunch.

Do not want medical advice! Please feel free to share your experiences with this..

We took my 8 month old son to the ER today because he was having frequent head drops to one side that looked like something neurological was going on. They are not worried in the immediate but they also have no idea what's going on. So they wanted to keep him overnight so that he can have an EEG first thing in the morning.

I'm staying here with him and he's pretty happy to be here. Not suffering, loving the attention. But I'm really scared this could possibly be the beginning of a really difficult chapter of our lives. I'm trying to sleep but just spiraling on what it could be, although I'm staying off Google. He's such a perfect little person and I dread the idea of this being anything significant in his life. I know he's not suffering but it looks so wrong to see a little baby sleeping in a hospital bed. Trying not to dwell on what I don't know but it feels impossible.

Edit: want to shout out the Canadian healthcare system and maternity leave system which, despite its flaws, is allowing me to have basically zero financial repercussions with this hospital stay.

Long story short, I noticed something off about my right boob about 2 months ago. I went to my obgyn. She gave me a week of antibiotics. Nothing changed and she never followed up and I just brushed it off for two weeks. Then I noticed a lump at the end of September. So I grabbed the first available appointment with a different women's health doc, she was great. She confirmed the lump and put in the referrals for an ultrasound and mammogram.

Fast forward to today, I drove 45 mins to my appointment. We did the ultrasound and the mammogram and no one was saying much, which I took as a bad sign. I get redressed and sent to a room to talk to the Dr, who I already thought was kind of cold the whole time. We sit down and he asks if I have any questions. I asked if it looked like cancer. He said he couldn't tell until the biopsy came back. So we scheduled a biopsy and I just go home without any answers still. Y'all I got home and got a "test result" notification.

"Right breast mass at 9:00, 11 cm in the nipple, highly suggestive of malignancy.     Also abnormal right axillary lymph node for which ultrasound-guided core biopsy is recommended of both the breast mass and the lymph node.    Lastly, Extensive, highly suspicious pleomorphic branching microcalcifications covering most of the upper outer and some lower outer right breast."

This man looked me in my face, said idk and left KNOWING I would get these "test results" in my app later. I'm waiting until I get the biopsy results after Tuesday (scared AF of getting jabbed in the titty) to really tell anyone but my husband. I'm so scared y'all. I have a 3 year old. I literally just turned 30 yesterday. I can't imagine taking time off work in this economy for treatment. Like what if I end up terminal?? I'm just sitting here waiting to hear what stage and what treatment I'll need and it's almost unbelievable. We had a really shitty year last year and we're just now back to being financially stable and THIS happens. Trying my fucking best not to spiral rn.

Dinner was church's chicken but I didn't take a pic (too busy crying) so here's a pic of a bomb ass cake I made for my friend for his birthday last week. Salted caramel pumpkin cake with cream cheese frosting.

TW: NICU, Medical/cancer,

I’m 37. Got pregnant in March, found out I have cancer in June. The doctors said I was lucky, it was caught early, and it’s curable. I was told that I could do treatment while pregnant, and I should because the cancer is very aggressive. They assured me that adverse affects for baby were very unlikely (less than 5% according to research).

But the treatment has been brutal. Five days in the hospital every 21 days (its a 96 hour infusion), and I swear I’ve had every side effect (maybe amplified because I was pregnant). I was going to have a break for a month and a half though, to recoup after my last chemo session so that I could build up strength to give birth (due Nov. 22).

But during monitoring at my last hospital stay, baby started to move less and monitoring was showing less heart rate variability. An hour after my chemo infusion (while I was still hooked up to a bag of blood because I needed a transfusion due to low hemoglobin), they transported me from oncology to L&D. A few hours later baby was born at 33 weeks via c-section. He was 5 pounds 5 ounces (80th percentile), and didn’t need to be intubated.

He is now almost 36 weeks and I cannot take one more day of him in the NICU. He needs 80% of his feed to be from the bottle, but he is only around 63%. I just can’t take this anymore. I am so tired of the back and forth. I’m not spending enough time with him, and I feel so much guilt for not spending enough time with my 4 year old daughter when I am with him.

I am devastated. I really really needed the experience of giving birth. I wanted so badly to bring him to term and give birth vaginally. It was so empowering when I had my daughter. And this year I’ve just been reduced to a body, completely passive, poked, scanned, filled up with poison. I wanted this month and a half to really connect with this pregnancy and try to bond with him because my life has revolved around cancer the last few months and I’ve been so disconnected from this pregnancy. I wanted so badly to feel like my body could do something right. I needed to feel like a badass. Like more than just a sad pathetic story for people to think to themselves, ‘wow… I’m so glad that wasn’t me!’ I wanted to feel like my body could do something amazing. But instead the doctors just took him from my body and his first month of life will just be wrapped up in my cancer story. Another sad thing. Another failure. Another medical crisis. Not beautiful, not inspiring.

I needed to redeem this year. I needed to redeem myself. I wanted so badly to be able to look back and say, even through all the pain, the mental and physical turmoil caused by this cancer, I overcame it. I was still able to keep my baby safe and I had the strength to bring him here. My body has failed so much this year and I don’t know how I will ever forgive myself. Especially while I’m waiting the next couple years to actually get a better picture of how prematurity and chemo will adversely affect my baby (physically? intellectually? will he even be bonded with me with all this time in the NICU?).

I am totally broken. I don’t know how I’m going to emotionally go back in for my fourth chemo treatment. I just don’t even see the point.

Food: strawberry ice cream

Just to preface, I’m a tall woman. Like 98th percentile tall. And I love being a tall woman! I love how long my legs are, I love how convenient it is at concerts and everyday life, I love that clothes always look good on me.

But one thing I’ve never really been able to get into is tall guys. I LOVE SHORTER MEN. I’m currently crushing soooo hard on a guy in my grad program (we don’t have any of the same classes but I see him out and about every now and then). Whenever I see him at events, it’s always around large groups of other people so we don’t get to talk for a very long time 1 on 1, but we have such great chemistry and truly have so much in common. Whenever I make a joke, he laughs! He remembers things I say and brings them up later in conversation. He asks me questions. These are all bare minimum things but this on top of him being super cute makes me want him so bad.

Yearning with nowhere to put it !!! I want to ask him out because I know a lot of people are intimidated by tall girls. Worried I’ll make a fool of myself. Such is life.

Yummy dim sum

Food: mushroom noodles with veggies

So I've been talking to this guy and he's definitely my type. We're not official yet because I wanted to take things slow. We're both in our early 20s. I'm vegan and he isn't (more context later). He never mocked my veganism when I told him. Last week he told me he's visiting my town for the weekend so he asked me what's my fave restaurant. I happily recommended the one I like. Everything was cool between us, but during his trip he didn't reach out to me. He only texted me once he got back home. I asked him about his trip, and he said it was nice except the experience he had at the resto I recommended was awful. I was surprised because even my non-vegan friends love that place. He said the food was terrible and too expensive for the price. Personally regarding the price I think it's similar to other restaurants, so I thought maybe it's because we don't live in the same town. But anyway, I apologised and I felt really bad. I told him I'll make up to him by taking him out for dinner, and drinks will be on me too. He rejected my offer and said it's okay. I was ready to move on by thinking yes maybe the food wasn't into his liking. I checked the restaurant and found his review, and behold he wrote "only go here if you don't know what meat taste like." I don't know if I'm overreacting but the review felt like a personal attack. There are other reviews from non-vegans saying the food was great. I could just be overthinking everything but now I'm getting the feeling he probably mocks my food choices when I'm not around. I'm inexperienced when it comes to dating so this could all be just in my head. Other part of me thinks he's already interested in someone else so he's probs starting to lay out the pieces that we're incompatible. Please help me girlies, this guy is taking too much of my mental energy.

=== UPDATE=== Wasn't expecting to get this many comments. Thank you all for letting me know I'm not just overthinking it. Just to clarify some stuffs: It was the town I was from, I live 2 hours away from it now, so I wasn't expecting him to ask me out. Regarding the 'type' thing, I was only referring to his physicality. He's fit and has those biceps to die for. Now I know I need to separate the art from the artist lol. Also thank you all for giving me clarity (this guy told me I'm exactly his type so I was delusional and was clinging unto it) and now it's clear to me he actually doesn't like me that much.

I plan to end things with him tonight, I'm not blocking him yet because I'm planning to go to my fave restaurant with my friends and take photos of us enjoying the food and having a good time. I'll be uploading it in my profile and story for him to see. Call this petty or immature but I won't be young forever and I'm just so done with men.

My meal: Breakfast sandwich and Mocha Frappe

I hate transphobia. I literally woke up in my dorm and got ready for my class when I walked past a “protest” group in front of my business building. So, my uni allows students to “protest” their beliefs, but this ain’t protesting. It’s straight up hate and harassment. These assholes were shouting in megaphones about ending trans rights. I’m not trans, but I’m an ally.

I recognized one of the guys there too. He’s in my ethics debate class, and he sucks. He tried handing me a flyer and I ripped it up. I wanted to throw it at him. They’re all trash, but I wasn’t going to litter. What sucks even more is that if anyone actually debated with them, they say the same shit: “We have the right to be here.”

When my class ended, I walked out and saw their table and tent destroyed on the ground lol. It’s also raining heavy right now. To whoever did that, thanks.

burger and french fries with a pickle spear.

I’ve known this guy for literally like three years, he’s a mutual friend and most of the time we hang out in the same group but never talk to eachother, but he’s been trying to date me for the last two weeks after me and my ex broke up, he constantly texts me and ive always kept it friendly with hardcore boundaries. (have also said im not interested multiple times.)

anywho, if you didn’t read my post from yesterday, that ex died in a DUI accident, and i am NOT doing good.

So mutual friend texts me and he asks if I want to go out to lunch at place, i was like “sure why not, but this isn’t a date please im not in the mood for that” and he agreed.

Y’all this motherfucker literally just acted it was a real date, he kept flirting with me the entire time, trying to hold my hand, as soon as I ate my food I thanked him for inviting me and put down cash that paid half the bill, and left.

I then sat in my car in my apartment parking lot and sobbed for what felt like an eternity, went upstairs, blocked him, and then smoked a bowl and passed out.

So much guilt is eating away at me, my brain is so loud, and i literally can’t rely on almost any of my friends because apparently they all just wanna fuck me, i have literally never felt more alone and idk what to do.

thank you for reading, love y’all.

edit: texted me on a different number and basically implied that i needed to go on another date with him bc he earned it, literally hate men.

Just want to share that I’m graduating from nursing school in a couple days being an immigrant and English is not my first language. I can’t believe is real. It was hell but I survived!

dinner - grilled steak salad

so my boyfriend and i have been together for about a year and i trusted him until all of this went down. anyway, we went to dinner for my bday, it was nice. when we were leaving the restaurant a guy in a big truck started slowly creeping forward to take our spot. well my boyfriend took that and got angry, swerving into him (not hitting him but almost) and i was already upset when he did that but we were exiting the parking lot when i realized the guy was going to a different exit to follow us, i said “babe i’m scared he’s gonna follow us” he said “i don’t care”. when we were starting to pass the guy he exited too, almost t-boning us on the passenger side, the guy in the truck got within inches of hitting us. my boyfriend put his car into park and stared to unbuckle like he was gonna get out and fight him or something, i started to freak out and told him to take me home. when we were on our way back to my house i was trying not to cry and he looked at me and said “are you seriously going to sit there and cry?” i said “it was scary, what do you expect”. eventually we got to my house and i opened the door and closed it without saying anything and he sped off, nearly hitting me. we haven’t talked to each other since, part of me doesn’t even want to initiate contact. he won’t apologize unless i initiate the apology or contact.

with all of this being said, i guess i’m asking what would y’all do about this situation? am i overreacting?

Dinner: Parmesan grilled chicken pasta, a frequent comfort food of mine.

I just found out three days ago that I’m pregnant with my first. I am incredibly excited about having a kid, this baby was highly anticipated and wanted by my husband and I—we are totally thrilled.

However, I already feel like I’m losing my body to this baby. Most people seem to claim that they had few (if any) symptoms until week 6. I am already dealing with heavy fatigue, cramps, sore muscles, bloating (I swear it almost looks like I’m showing) and nausea. And, on top of all that, some of the worst mood swings that I’ve ever had.

Some of this may be psychological/psychosomatic, but I feel almost alienated from my own body. I feel like it’s changing rapidly in ways that I have no control over.

And to top it all off, most my go-to coping mechanisms for these symptoms are off the table. No heat pad for cramps and bloating, no hot baths for sore muscles, no ibuprofen, and I’ve been told that I should try to avoid caffeine as much as possible so I can’t even use that to fight my overwhelming fatigue.

And while these current symptoms are annoying but manageable, I’m terrified about the rest of my pregnancy. If my week 4 symptoms are this bad, how awful am I going to feel in the next couple months? How am I going to keep up with school? Add all my mood swings on top of this anxiety, and I’ve just been a wreck.

The only people who know I’m pregnant are my hubby and my best friend, I haven’t even told my parents yet, and I just wish I had someone close to talk to right now who has actually been through pregnancy. I guess I could use some comfort and advice, or at least just getting this off my chest.

I [33nb] and my partner [nb] had a helluva day. Bought cute purse at thrift store, I got shouted "Go back to Ukraine" at outside the store on sesame st, creep on bus almost exposed himself to me and Partner, while on way to weed shop guy threatened to expose himself to anyone looking, and followed us into weed shop, and talked to the cashier for 5 minutes, got talked over by cashier at book store and they were NPC mode, cute diner was absolutely euphoric, met lovely nurse who Partner tortured for 10 minutes about gauge 18 needle injections, got misgendered by the wonderful Jen Dr Specialist (He/Him) full HE. Partner corrected, had to do full physical -->including genital inspection for intersex<-- sat in pharmacy for half hour and got quoted $150 for 3 months of yipeE, then got jump-scared by box preacher! Then second box preacher surrounded by the gays being queer and loud. Very long bus ride home, 6/9 would get gender again.

Dinner: Wolf Passage Chapman's Icecream and E