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I know it’s bad when I rattle off some shit, deadpan, to my therapist and she furrows her brow like a disappointed teacher before saying “that is a fascinating upbringing”

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Or so I hear…

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Beware of the tankies, folks. I’ve seen them out here on Lemmy. They’re hopping from reddit and fb to here.

Keep your head on a swivel and remember that blog posts aren’t news articles.

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The Russian Military won’t “be” after Ukraine. Wtf are you even talking about?

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I used to get a hankering for cigarettes once in a blue moon after college. I kept a pack of Marlboros for such occasions. Two drags into one of those loathsome little death sticks and I remembered why I never smoke the damn things. Haven’t smoked a cigarette in 6 years and I can count the number of cigarettes I’ve smoked in my life on one hand.

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No. For the same reason that I wouldn’t avoid a relationship with a woman for having an appendectomy.

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Read in good faith, this seems to be a prediction that conservatives will litigate against doctors who perform gender affirming care by leveraging clever wordplay: “converting” from one gender to another using hormones and surgery as “therapy”. It misses the point that “conversion therapy” is a very specific practice removed entirely from the concept of gender-affirming care.

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My mother and father were separated by the time I started asking questions about sex. My mother was super open and cool about it. I got boxes of condoms from “Santa” every year between 12 and 18. My father found out I was ready for “the talk” when an unused condom fell from my pocket during the laundry. I had already been active for six months. Thankfully, I grew up in a very progressive school district, so our sex ed course was comprehensive.

Drugs were a very Regean-era “just say no” from both of them. Interestingly, my best education about drugs came from listening to Blood, Sugar Sex, Magic with my father. He used to wax romantic about the tortured artists that languished under the weight of their addiction; robbing the world of more music while inspiring such remarkable lamentations.

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THE MAN IN GAUZE. THE MAN IN GAUZE.

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