For a few days, everyone had permissions to change their username. I was just about to temporarily change mine to MotherIchael but it’s now locked in.
I can’t say that I’m thrilled with the situation. At best it feels like punching sideways.
What a card!
Mine ears are burning. Like popocorn.
People are saying we are two people, but I don’t believe in privileging people. For instance, I might be a mollusk. Or a potato-battery-powered sentence. Or an ear of corn. We might be one, or 100, or the nothing.
Go on with your badself and marinate on dat shit.
Your usage isn’t as globally inclusive as mine, as I use “people” to refer to “the weird stuff anything gets at the corners of their mouth (where I define “mouth” to be any orifice or non-orifice) when it wakes up dehydrated.”
Setting up a dichotomy between “orifice” and “non-orifice” just perpetuates the binary thinking that prevents people from seeing the world as it really is. What about orifices that self-identify as non-orifices, and vice versa?
It seems like there might some holes in this.
A mere ‘like’ is insufficient to indicate my appreciation for that chuckle!