Just a heads up, you will not hear from me for a good while. My life disintegrated when it got Thanos snapped around... 3am MST. I may never return, but I plan to return if I can help it.

I'm presently helping someone else bail from our current situation because they still have a life to live. I do not. I've known since Summer of 2020 that eventually my life would have to fit into a backpack, a messenger bag, and a trunk. Now is that time.

Abuse is a hell of a thing, particularly from parents. I've commented on parenting and heredity-based rearing practices indirectly, but allow me to put it bluntly:

No. You are not a good parent if you reject the Queerness of your kids.

My parents have many clinical features, one of them being psychotic anger. My father once waved a loaded handgun around while drunk after a literal 8 hour long argument my mother inflicted upon him. He is not a victim, but he is also rarely the aggressor. Hard not to root for the man when he tries and utterly fails to deescalate because he has Autism. Harder still to accept that his demeanor and rationale vaporizes after 9pm, when even minor unplanned surprises become interpreted as major intentional disasters.

I will be fighting proverbially for my life for a weekend or so, followed by more literally fighting for my life later this week as I race to accomplish everything I can do with a car on about 6 days of rental time. I can extend the time I have transportation but it is expensive and presently every single dollar will count.

Thank you for reading my shit. Thank you for entertaining me with commentary and critique.

Goodbye for now.