Off My Chest
RULES:
I am looking for mods!
1. The "good" part of our community means we are pro-empathy and anti-harassment. However, we don't intend to make this a "safe space" where everyone has to be a saint. Sh*t happens, and life is messy. That's why we get things off our chests.
2. Bigotry is not allowed. That includes racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, and religiophobia. (If you want to vent about religion, that's fine; but religion is not inherently evil.)
3. Frustrated, venting, or angry posts are still welcome.
4. Posts and comments that bait, threaten, or incite harassment are not allowed.
5. If anyone offers mental, medical, or professional advice here, please remember to take it with a grain of salt. Seek out real professionals if needed.
6. Please put NSFW behind NSFW tags.
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RecentlyI've mostly been doing caregiver stuff for my kid, with a little bit of getting drunk at the club with friends now that his mom is back (replace drunk with 'tipsy and stoned', 'club' with 'local music-themed bar', and friends with 'the other poor souls for whom this place is a nice distraction from the shithole that is our lives'. Though I am shooting for friendship because some of those folks are actually really fucking cool, we all just happen to be a wee bit damaged).
Sometimes being a hype man for these folks so they're aware of how fucking cool they actually are (musicians, comedians, artists, general fascinating weirdos, the occasional poet) is the only thing getting me through the following week.