What part of I care for multiple disabled family members and live in poverty did you miss? Yeah I can totally afford the financial upheaval of a strike or to get arrested or injured protesting. I’m sure my spouse can handle things without me.

I just hope the pseudotumor doesn’t act up and cause her to have a seizure at an unfortunate time. Or maybe it’ll be one of the ones where she temporarily loses a random chunk of her life and she won’t remember who they are or why she’s there that’d be fun.

Thank you. It gets so tiring seeing these people constantly shouting “WhY ARen’t YOu FIGhtinG bAck?” Whenever someone expresses fear about what’s been happening. Oh I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m a little preoccupied wondering how my family and I are going to fucking survive the next four years in the first place.

My wife’s disabled, we’ve got multiple autistic kids, my health isn’t the greatest, I’m trans but luckily I can still play cis. We can only afford to live because my wife gets Social Security Disability, and we have Medicaid and SNAP. All things they’re certainly going to be targeting. Yeah we’ll likely be shielded from some of the worst of this living in a blue state but I’m not sure how much even that’s going to protect us anymore.

Not me taking my morning adderall dose on a chill day so I can get my brain to shut up and let me go back to bed.

I love the idea that Frieren would be a fan of the Doom Slayer.

In group and out group baybee!

“Surely they don’t mean me, I’m one of the good ones.” The magic words that let people that are part of any group they screech about vote for him. No honey, they mean you too.

To your point about nonbinary people getting caught up in it. I can’t even tell you at this point how many specifically trans women I’ve had tell me point blank to my face that I’m not actually nonbinary. That my egg still hasn’t fully cracked and the only reason I think I’m nonbinary is because of internalized misogyny. I’m just too scared to be the woman I really am deep inside.

I didn’t figure out I was trans until my mid twenties. I had a whole gender crisis in high school but because my knowledge of gender identities began and ended with full binary MtF/FtM I eventually figured I must just be cis but against the gender norms forced on men and boys. Yeah I’d have crying fits wishing I had been born a girl, but those tended to link back to people bullying me for not being “man enough” or my early career wish of going into childcare or early childhood education and quickly learning that I’d be forever looked at as a predator purely because man alone with children. When I thought about actually being a girl? That didn’t feel right either. I’m sure at least a little bit of that was due to being asexual and not being comfortable with the sexualization inherent in much of the female experience but I didn’t know that at the time.

Anyway it wasn’t until I had that discussion with the woman that eventually became my wife that I learned that nonbinary was even a thing you could be and suddenly I had a word for everything I’d felt since I was like 14. So I understand the impulse to say “but I wish someone had told me sooner” but like… I got “egged” a lot before this. Not a single one heard my story and gave me info on nonbinary identities. They all heard me say “I don’t feel right as a guy, but being a girl didn’t feel right either” and did some variation of “Egg. Internalized transphobia/misogyny. Egg.”

Nah, they harass cis women too. My wife has been harassed multiple times in the bathroom for “being trans” by MAGA dipshits in our area. Hell, one of the chuds even “transvestigated” our daughter back when she was like 2 because she had short hair and was in the stroller with her twin brother. Because everyone knows that toddler girls are literally incapable of having or wanting short hair right?

One of the worst aspects of this for me is how brutal the means testing is for many assistance programs. They often turn eligibility into a sheer cliff face where the second you make even a dollar more than the cutoff you lose the whole benefit. But even if they don’t and there’s a more gradual reduction you’re often on multiple assistance programs if you’re poor and the reduction to all of them often puts you in a worse place than you stated in.

My partner is fully disabled, she’s got neurological issues where she’ll be pretty much fine one minute but with maybe like an hour at most of warning she could be fully incapacitated from a migraine brought on by pseudotumor. Not even because of the pain, she starts having trouble walking, standing up straight, remembering what she was doing. Sometimes she temporarily loses access to years of her life like the Cosmic Dungeon Master said “Roll 2d20, that’s how old you think you are for the next 2d4 hours”

So obviously that makes having me work right now basically impossible. Very few jobs are cool with your availability being subject to that kind of rapid change. So I stay home to take care of her and our kids. But back when her symptoms weren’t so severe and I could work I had to be very careful what kind of jobs I found because depending on how much I made we actually ended up losing more in assistance than what I made that caused us to go over.

Fantastic example, our oldest just got approved for SSI because they relaxed some of the asset/income restrictions and now my wife’s disability benefit isn’t too much money for him to qualify. We get Section 8 so our portion of rent is based on our income so our rent went up when he got SSI. Our SNAP amount also went down because our income went up. He got approved for like 200 something in SSI and between the rent going up and SNAP going down at the end of the day we get like $10 dollars more a month than we did prior to him getting it. This shit happens everywhere with these kinds of programs and is one of the many reasons people get trapped in poverty.

He/They because I’ll never be Him.

Why do I get the feeling they’re hoping the gun will go off and then they can get their bottom surgeryreconstruction covered?

The amount of IT nerd trans women I’ve had straight up tell me that I’m not actually nonbinary and that what’s really going on is my egg still needs to crack more because I’ve got too much internalized misogyny is uncomfortably high. I’ve had at least a dozen separate conversations where different people have tried to convince me I’m not actually nonbinary, just a trans woman in denial.

In a different circumstance definitely. In this one though it’s most likely Bibi taunting everyone else and shouting “Nyeh nyeh! I got away with it!”

Asexual with kids here. My partner had a son already when she and I met. A few years later we decided to try for another and ended up having twins.

I might be a bad example though because I’m kind of just indifferent to sex. I don’t particularly dislike it. Though I gotta say the process of trying really pushed that to the limit.

Whatever someone’s views on abortion might be. Restricting it at the criminal level is not the way to handle it.

My wife and I were trying for another child a few years back. She’s had multiple miscarriages before so we were working extra closely with the doctors at the Catholic hospital to make sure everything went smoothly because we wanted to have another child that much. Thankfully it only took us 2 attempts to have our twins.

The first pregnancy we went in for our first scan and they found an empty gestational sac. More than that, her labs indicated that she had an ectopic pregnancy somewhere that they couldn’t find on the scans. We were told in no uncertain terms by the doctors that termination was the only option and she would die without it. She was even told that if she tried to refuse they would either have her committed for trying to commit suicide or if that didn’t work they’d wait until she was incapacitated inevitably by her dying from this ectopic they would get me to consent to treatment instead. Again, this is a Catholic hospital whose stated policy is that their doctors don’t even mention termination unless the mother’s life is in danger.

She agreed and they gave her two courses of methotrexate to make sure the ectopic was not going to kill her along with two courses of a drug to try to help her pass the empty gestational sac. When those didn’t work and she came into a follow up showing signs of sepsis they rushed her in for emergency surgery to remove it. That’s 5 different abortive procedures to make sure she didn’t die from this miscarriage.

The second was in my opinion worse. Same hospital. We get to our first scan and the techs are arguing whether or not they see 3 or 4 fetuses on the scan. The possible 4th was really close to a small bleed so they eventually opted to call it 3 for now and amend it later if they needed to. Fast forward to our 20 week anatomy scan and everything has so far gone fantastic. All 3 are growing great, my wife is showing no signs of complications. We’re actually excited to find out the sexes of our coming triplets.

The news we got instead was devastating. One of the two girls, baby C has basically no brain at all. Only a drastically undersized cerebellum. Baby A, the one boy has some physical deformities which on their own wouldn’t be cause for concern, but taken with the other one having virtually no brain could be a sign of Trisomy 18 and if he survived being born at all he likely wouldn’t live past his first birthday. We were referred to a clinic a little over an hour away for genetics testing and for us to make a decision about termination. We get into the clinic and it takes about a week in total between getting an appointment because our scan was the last one on a Friday afternoon and then rushing the genetic tests. In that time we were able to watch babies A and B slip down the fetal growth charts and my wife’s health take a turn for the worse. Luckily the genetics came back fine and baby C is the only one we have to make a decision on. She had no hope of any kind of quality of life and her constant seizures were not only visibly hurting her siblings growth but were making it more and more likely that my wife goes into labor too early to save any of them. If we want to bring any of them home the only reasonable option was aborting baby C. It was probably the most heartbreaking decision we’ve ever had to make.

Fun fact about abortion laws in NY. While it is unrestricted up to 24 weeks and legal afterward if the fetus is not viable or the mother’s life is at risk. Insurance doesn’t necessarily have to cover the procedure if they don’t agree that either of those conditions are true. Looking at our case the doctors were very worried that if we didn’t manage to get in before that 24 week mark that insurance should refuse to cover the termination and this kind of selective termination costs at minimum $10,000.

We managed to get in at 22 weeks and 1 day and this clinic has to have such strict OPSEC because of the kind of abortions they handle that we didn’t know we were showing up for the actual abortion until they were literally wheeling my wife into Pre-Op. 13 days was all that stood between our family and potentially having to basically flip a coin to see if any of them survived. If we had to run our case by lawyers to make sure our abortion was necessary? It’s very easy to see a world where we don’t make that 13 days, insurance refuses to cover the procedure, and all of our babies just die.

Even though this is one of the most painful experiences of our lives, I continue to share this story in discussions I find on this topic because it needs to be said. My twins are only alive because we had abortion access. Whether that’s saving my wife from dying of sepsis from that miscarriage or a “late term abortion” being likely the only reason my twins made it far enough to still be born premature and underweight. If anyone reading this is generally against abortion but thinks in any way that our story was an at all acceptable case of abortion I implore you to reconsider supporting restricting access to it. If someone is considering an abortion that late in their pregnancy it is almost certainly because they’ve gotten similarly horrific news.

111.2. The player who creates a token is its owner. The token enters the battlefield under that player’s control.

I can’t think of a single instance where a token gets created under another player’s control that doesn’t directly instruct that player to create the token.

Iirc years ago the owner and controller could be different. The controller would be the player under whose control it entered and the owner would be whoever controlled the effect that created the token. I don’t remember when they changed that but I do remember that being how it used to work.

Unfortunately the way it’s worded they can just keep sacrificing the first Waste token they get. You’d either wanna specify nontoken or make it like “choose a land that player controls”

Not very Burnin’ Sherman as it is currently writen.

If I had to guess I’d say either sensory issues with drinking alcohol itself, or the fact that drinking is another one of those social things that many only do because “it’s what people do”

In my case it’s a sensory thing but I also apparently have that gene that that makes you really sensitive to bitter. So even the fruitiest “you can’t even taste the alcohol” drink tastes to me like paint thinner smells.

I didn’t figure out I was nonbinary and asexual until my mid twenties. I had an entire gender crisis in high school too. But at the time I didn’t know either were things you could be so I’d just concluded that I was cis, but that I was deeply uncomfortable with the expectations society puts on boys/men.

Sexuality was an even wilder journey. Not only did I initially think I was heterosexual but I was outright homophobic. Turned out to be that I was mistaking being uncomfortable at overt sexual advances as dislike of gay people. I didn’t have the same problem with women because “of course I like girls, I just haven’t found The One™©® yet” lol. Then when I finally thought about it more I realized that I didn’t really feel any differently about men and women so I must be bi. Finally I eventually realized “Yeah dumbass, 0 = 0. Good job.”

That is definitely significantly scarier. If only because it means I might have to talk to someone from Québec.