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There was someone who asked how to prevent pooping for 3 days and wouldn't really say why. It was very important not to, even though facilities would be available. I do not recall all the details ... Don't know if it reached that, but there was a definite buzz about the communities for a while after and I still see a reference here n there.

It pains me to say that, most Facebook marketplaces are hoppin. Just like CL, you gotta weed out beggars and possible scammers. I've known people throughout the states, at least midewest to west, to have luck with:

Find a busy or busy adjacent intersection, or wide roadside that you've seen cars park on safely. Near highway ramps is popular. Make sure it's safe-ish, good lighting if in a busy area, not on a curve in dark rural areas. We have a wide dirt berm that attracted so many cars parked for sale that a tamale lady and honey guy set up. Out in the sticks, somewhere on the way "into/out of town" gets quite a few passerby and you might get a grocery or corner store to let you park it there.

Then: Brief info in paint maker on the windows (RUNNING NEEDS WORK- CALL SNOT 5558675309) big on one side and windshield then, on a back window or pass side a little more detail such as miles, head gasket is on its way out but there, etc. More serious lookers will prob be stopping to peek in windows and see if there is info like that.

Im here, on the other side ladies.

I am a woman well into my 40s. I used to insist people call me by a man's name as a small child and growing up for a bit. I was raised in a very churchy midwest town, only child. The Thought of transitioning, then, in that area, was well kept out by church and lack of internet for us younguns. I barely knew what gay was, mostly from all the folk who called me butch and tomboy, got me curious to find out. Learned about cross-dressing but didn't realize there could be more than my jeans n tees already. Cried so hard the day I woke up with boobs as a teen, late bloomer and thought I'd be spared. And yeah, if I could have been a dude, I'd be a hella gay one. Was very confusing growing up with all nuclear family ideals and not fitting any of them, including their idea of the variety of the gender and sexuality spectrum that "wasn't allowed".

I also wonder if we had the internet media tech, medical knowledge and availability earlier, or was born later, who I might be.

Prompt: A joyful toddler, dressed in a festive holiday sweater and holding a throwing knife, stands in a warm and cozy living room, surrounded by the remnants of a chaotic Christmas celebration. Wrapping paper and ribbons are scattered about, with several presents bearing the marks of the toddler's newfound hobby - knives stuck in them at odd angles. In the foreground, a toy packaging box lies open, its bright and colorful design featuring the words "Knife Throwing for Beginners" in bold, cheerful letters. The room itself is a testament to the toddler's enthusiasm, with small knives protruding from the furniture, the walls, and even the floor. The atmosphere is tense and dramatic, with strong shadows and highlights cast by the warm glow of twinkling Christmas lights. The scene is reminiscent of a Thomas Kinkade painting, with its warm and inviting color palette, but with a darkly humorous twist, as if the wholesome world of Kinkade had been turned on its head. The style is that of a fantastical and slightly unsettling Norman Rockwell, with intricate details and textures that invite the viewer to explore the scene further.

Some friends and I went to eat at a fancy sit down place in our very late teens, dressed to the 9's in black, baggy or lacy duds, eyeliner all around. A couple there asked the restaurant to kick us out, they didn't like our way of dressing, it was rude(?!). Since we were polite and paying customers, the waiter just let us know, and that the staff had 0 problems with us... we should inform him if anyone trys to say anything to us. That staff there were some of the few nice people we encountered in our goth days.

Oh shit! Had to be... surely just a few... 🪦

I think it has cycles. Depends on what pop culture content there is to joke about, as well as writers and cast "meshing".

Wow... she just said that, huh? Then didn't blink when asked about it, and said it again!!

My SO got pulled over for not maintaining his lane while making a turn, through a newly set up construction area (wasn't there on his way into work, was at midnight on his way home, and, No One maintains a lane out here, ever).

They got him for a marijuana DUI, his blood test came back with the Lowest Testable amount. Like, the residual, not actively high amount. $10,000 of lawyers and repeat visits to court, and the MVD department (they can each charge separately out here?) After the 5th-ish visit on the hearings, the cop comes up to us after, "proud of you sticking to your story" ... then, since he didn't show to the next one it was finally dropped. Fuck the police.

Sad violin music plays and swells, pan over wide eyed, hopeful Americans with light luggage packed, waiting patiently for their new family, an arm waves tentatively, friendly but scared...

Oh absolutely! That thought tag may be a hangover from everyone giving me reasons I "must" have kids, or I "will change my mind" about having kids "wait till you find the right guy". It seemed to break people's minds that a midwest small-town girl wouldn't want kids (same good christian folks who were also terrified I might have sex and get knocked up). It always appalled me when the conversation would take that "who's gonna take care of you when your old" turn. I have a good relationship with my folks now, I hope I can care for them to the best of my ability as they are getting up there. May not have always felt about them that way though, took some work. I can't hardly tale care of myself still though, and it worries me how much I Will be able to do, financially, time, etc. So yeah, came to terms with the idea of me being in a state home in general. But, having dementia or alzheimer's in that situation, to me, is terrifying. Being 100% at the whim of a stranger and unable to express any real needs or thoughts. I love to read, puzzle, learn and play games, learn new shit in general, recognize actors by voice in under a 30 secs... y'know brain stuff, lol. Just knowing it would be gone is sad and scary.

Right? It didn't help me! Growing old, then having dementia or alzheimer's but still alive and thinking I'm thinking, has already been a fear of mine. Especially always knowing I would never have kids, thus no chance of anyone to be around to help, besides strangers. And, probably at whatever gov. med. level of care, as I cannot ever seem to make any real progress in bettering our financial situation. But, I'd rather be aware of it than ignorant to it.