Optimists are delusional
Professional circus performer by night, master code monkey by day
Optimists are delusional
This definitely sounds like OP might be sensitive to something in the tea
“What would you do if you found out that I was gone?”, “What would you do if the CCTV on our street is broken by chance?”, “What would you tell my mother if I went missing?”, “If I was actually kidnapped, would you kill the guy for me?”
You know, the usual.
Are you ok? Blink twice if you’re ok
I drink both. Coffee during the day, herbal tea right before bed, other teas as I feel like it. My favorite teas are ginger and chai.
Sugar in coffee is an abomination and I will die on this hill.
It depends on what you mean. America the government courting christofascism? Hell fucking no. I wish all the Republicans and neolibs in power would have a heart attack. I also wish to live long enough to read Trump’s and Alito’s obituaries. But I do love my local community too much to just abandon them. At best, I would call my relationship with America akin to Stockholm Syndrome.
I have the fire nation symbol tattooed on my arm. I’m a fire performer, so I don’t think much would change there. Post-Aang fire nation, ideally.
Can’t wait to get $10 and six months of credit monitoring from a random settlement in 5-10 years
I have a day job that pays the bills (many of us do) because the only money in art is money laundering, but I do perform fairly often, and occasionally produce. Of course it varies on the season, some months are slow for everyone. My day job is a grind.
Also how was the bifurcation process?
Painful
I’m a sideshow circus performer. My specialty is fire performance, but I have other talents as well as a split tongue. My friends are the kinda people who like to swing from meat hooks and swallow swords. Freak show type stuff. We do it live on stage.
Unsurprisingly, I’ve also performed in haunted houses.
As a horror performer who sees (and does) absolutely horrifying shit on a normal basis, fuck this shit in particular
Kinda the same in the US. I’m literally a circus performer in NY. You know what capitalists hate more than anything else? Weird circus people with more passion than money who embrace diversity and deviants
In my corner, a massive corporation is trying to get approval to build a casino on historic Coney Island. The company (Thor Equities) previously bought two disjoint historical blocks and let the buildings rot until they had to be demolished for safety reasons. Their plan has them taking over two more and engulfing our historic theater, a Sideshow museum, bumper cars, and a small music venue. Our theater is also home to the nonprofit that hosts all the cool events there. None of it matters to capitalists.
Valentina’s for a vinegary sauce. Tabasco Ghost Pepper for a kick on a budget (and easy to find). Otherwise I prefer local sauces. Right now I’m enjoying PSP Brooklyn’s Smoked Whiskey Hibiscus
Another favorite is szechuan chili crisp
Spicy brown mustard, bonus if it’s whole grain. Yellow mustard has its uses but is a sad excuse for mustard.
Ketchup is gross, it’s so fucking sweet. If I wanted a sweet topping I’d use honey. It’s like pouring corn syrup on your food.
Hot sauce is the real king seasoning
A loooot of my friends have one. I support them as long as they are happy doing it. It’s often their only semi stable income source since the majority are gig freelancers. It’s also one of the less risky forms of sex work.
People who subscribe to it are supporting creators, so good for them. Though I personally don’t subscribe because I don’t have much use for a subscription (I’m hardly sexual) and can support my friends in other ways. But there’s no shame in consenting sex work.
Lastly, context matters. If someone is doing it unwillingly it’s an entirely different story.
You mean they quit cold turkey, right?
Right?
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HR isn’t there to protect you, they’re there to protect the company’s best interests. If you give them an inch they’ll take a mile.
I have a forked tongue
Depends on the person. As an ace person in their 30s, it doesn’t excite me. I’d rather just snuggle.