The sheer fucking violence of epistemic injustice always sneaks up on me. I know what it is, I know how it operates. And then I just catch myself in its net, just unable to fucking know myself because the tools are so routinely denied. Urrrrgh.

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Why the fuck do we let them do this to us? Over and over and over just doubting our own experiences because they don't make sense to people with power. My transness was just me being a weird little pervert, a shame to hide. Autism: laziness and lack of focus. Plurality: fake.

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Me - I'm faking this alter shit, it's too weird and too theatrical and like there's literally a funny voice and obviously I'm just making this shit up for whatever fucked up reason. My friend, who I have multiple relationships with coz her alters are so distinct - I'm faking aren't I, Beth?

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if Capri Sun exists, I think there also needs to be Capri Moon (it's Nyquil in a foil pouch that you drink from with a tiny straw)

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I typically do visuals for drunk adults so it makes me really happy any time I get to see kids enjoying the setup. This little astronaut kept looking between the screen and my preview monitors and shouting “it’s all four of them together!”

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