Message from Spirit: REST! UNPLUG AND DO SOMETHING FUN AND HEALING!
Today’s the 4th of July—Independence Day here in the US. For the last few years—like longer than Fafnir’s presdendency’s, I’ve been embarrassed and ashamed of my country, so the 4th isn’t a day of celebration, it’s a Day of Mourning. America was never great—it’s built on bigotry and greed. Nothing to be proud of—nothing to celebrate in my opinion, so I don’t.
Also I hate fireworks. I don’t mind the lights, it’s the sounds and vibrations—they trigger the shit out of my cPSTD. Over the years I’ve learned that CBD and THC gummies (which are legal in my state) help, but sometimes fireworks still trigger me. Headphones/earbuds/plugs don’t work, because of the vibrations. I hate the month of July because I’m just on edge the entire time. Some people are just so damn selfish that they NEED their dangerous fireworks, regardless of what it does to animals—wild and domestic—and what it may do to their fellow neighbors, war vets or not. I am not a war vet, my cPTSD is from my abusive childhood. Anyone can get this disorder, and yes it’s our responsibility to get treatment for it, but it would also be nice if more people were compassionate for their fellow neighbors and nature. But America thrives on selfishness it seems and toddler temper tantrums when you ask for an ounce of compassion.
I know not all vets suffer from c/PTSD, much less the kinds triggered by fireworks, but it’s funny how Patriotic Americans claim to love and respect our vets but froth at the mouth in vehement rage when you ask them to not set off fireworks.
That’s not how love works, yall! I guess in Toxic America it does, where supporting vets and the military (and fuck, law enforcement for that matter) is purely performative (claiming to be a good Christian, too—MAGA I’m looking at you! I see yall, boo!).
Again, Day of Mourning. Shame. Embarrassment.
Ooo, I just heard my first cicada of the summer!
On July 1st, I did draw for myself about the merry month of July. The message was to Rest this month.
I will certainly try my best.
Yesterday we went swimming at a local lake. Yall, I was a fin whale in the life before this one and I still love water. The somewhat deeper, the better, despite my phobia of deep water (the brazen fish of that lake certainly didn’t help my phobia—no fucks given by those fish). It’s hard to get me out of the water, and I will only do it to hydrate and reapply sunscreen, because I don’t tan. I burn. Since it got warm enough to sit outside this spring, I’ve been sunning myself, preparing for summer activities, and yet pale I stayed!
Well, after yesterday, I’m red. Sunburns turn into tans, right? Or is that an actual myth?
Once the sunburn heals, I’d like to make regular trips to the lake with my family. I love swimming, it’s an all body workout and just calming and fun. I prefer to not have anyone near me and just look out at the water. I float easily and can tread water effortlessly. I’ll use the buoys as a guide/marker and stick to them until I’m ready to go back to shore. I won’t get near them, much less touch them, just use them as boundary marker.
When I was a kid, summer times were the best times because of the pool. My nickname was Orca, which I took as a compliment and still do. Orcas are badass wolves of the sea. Who wouldn’t take that as compliment. Even being called a whale—like, whales are beautiful and powerful. I’ve never taken those negative comments as insults—if anything it just shows not just how insecure people are, but how ignorant people are. Whales and Orcas are amazing creatures. Total fuckin compliment!
Yesterday, to poke fun at me, the in-laws called me a buoy. It was meant to be an insult, but I didn’t take it as one. It initially caught me off guard, because it was random, but then I took pride in it.
I mean, I can effortlessly float and tread water for hours without floaties or help. I have amazing control—whereas most of them can barely swim, and they definitely don’t have my endurance in the water. I’ve always been a strong swimmer (when I was younger, I learned how to swim by being pushed into the deep end—seriously).
Jealousy? That’s okay, this BBW will be your buoy. I may not be the fastest anything, but I got endurance and strength in the water! The first time they saw my 6’1, 280lbs, physically disabled ass in the water, it really surprised them, as it does most people. People like to assume that when you’re fat and disabled, you can’t do anything athletic. Quite the opposite, being in the water for me is extremely freeing! It’s probably a good thing we don’t have a pool…although I’d be more fit if we did!
One of the things I always wanted was a good pair of flippers. I had nose plugs which I loved and good goggles, too. I’ve used flippers, from good to painful. In my 40’s, I’m getting myself a good ass pair of flippers. I want to get as close to that whale life as my land-locked, bathophobic/thalassophobic ass can get.
If I can’t get myself a good pair of flippers, I’m still going to make more of an effort to go to the lake this month and the rest of summer. A lake escape from Patriotic Americans for Rest and Joy—for overall mental and physical health!
Today’s the 4th of July—Independence Day here in the US. For the last few years—like longer than Fafnir’s presdendency’s, I’ve been embarrassed and ashamed of my country, so the 4th isn’t a day of celebration, it’s a Day of Mourning. America was never great—it’s built on bigotry and greed. Nothing to be proud of—nothing to celebrate in my opinion, so I don’t.
Also I hate fireworks. I don’t mind the lights, it’s the sounds and vibrations—they trigger the shit out of my cPSTD. Over the years I’ve learned that CBD and THC gummies (which are legal in my state) help, but sometimes fireworks still trigger me. Headphones/earbuds/plugs don’t work, because of the vibrations. I hate the month of July because I’m just on edge the entire time. Some people are just so damn selfish that they NEED their dangerous fireworks, regardless of what it does to animals—wild and domestic—and what it may do to their fellow neighbors, war vets or not. I am not a war vet, my cPTSD is from my abusive childhood. Anyone can get this disorder, and yes it’s our responsibility to get treatment for it, but it would also be nice if more people were compassionate for their fellow neighbors and nature. But America thrives on selfishness it seems and toddler temper tantrums when you ask for an ounce of compassion.
I know not all vets suffer from c/PTSD, much less the kinds triggered by fireworks, but it’s funny how Patriotic Americans claim to love and respect our vets but froth at the mouth in vehement rage when you ask them to not set off fireworks.
That’s not how love works, yall! I guess in Toxic America it does, where supporting vets and the military (and fuck, law enforcement for that matter) is purely performative (claiming to be a good Christian, too—MAGA I’m looking at you! I see yall, boo!).
Again, Day of Mourning. Shame. Embarrassment.
Ooo, I just heard my first cicada of the summer!
On July 1st, I did draw for myself about the merry month of July. The message was to Rest this month.
I will certainly try my best.
Yesterday we went swimming at a local lake. Yall, I was a fin whale in the life before this one and I still love water. The somewhat deeper, the better, despite my phobia of deep water (the brazen fish of that lake certainly didn’t help my phobia—no fucks given by those fish). It’s hard to get me out of the water, and I will only do it to hydrate and reapply sunscreen, because I don’t tan. I burn. Since it got warm enough to sit outside this spring, I’ve been sunning myself, preparing for summer activities, and yet pale I stayed!
Well, after yesterday, I’m red. Sunburns turn into tans, right? Or is that an actual myth?
Once the sunburn heals, I’d like to make regular trips to the lake with my family. I love swimming, it’s an all body workout and just calming and fun. I prefer to not have anyone near me and just look out at the water. I float easily and can tread water effortlessly. I’ll use the buoys as a guide/marker and stick to them until I’m ready to go back to shore. I won’t get near them, much less touch them, just use them as boundary marker.
When I was a kid, summer times were the best times because of the pool. My nickname was Orca, which I took as a compliment and still do. Orcas are badass wolves of the sea. Who wouldn’t take that as compliment. Even being called a whale—like, whales are beautiful and powerful. I’ve never taken those negative comments as insults—if anything it just shows not just how insecure people are, but how ignorant people are. Whales and Orcas are amazing creatures. Total fuckin compliment!
Yesterday, to poke fun at me, the in-laws called me a buoy. It was meant to be an insult, but I didn’t take it as one. It initially caught me off guard, because it was random, but then I took pride in it.
I mean, I can effortlessly float and tread water for hours without floaties or help. I have amazing control—whereas most of them can barely swim, and they definitely don’t have my endurance in the water. I’ve always been a strong swimmer (when I was younger, I learned how to swim by being pushed into the deep end—seriously).
Jealousy? That’s okay, this BBW will be your buoy. I may not be the fastest anything, but I got endurance and strength in the water! The first time they saw my 6’1, 280lbs, physically disabled ass in the water, it really surprised them, as it does most people. People like to assume that when you’re fat and disabled, you can’t do anything athletic. Quite the opposite, being in the water for me is extremely freeing! It’s probably a good thing we don’t have a pool…although I’d be more fit if we did!
One of the things I always wanted was a good pair of flippers. I had nose plugs which I loved and good goggles, too. I’ve used flippers, from good to painful. In my 40’s, I’m getting myself a good ass pair of flippers. I want to get as close to that whale life as my land-locked, bathophobic/thalassophobic ass can get.
If I can’t get myself a good pair of flippers, I’m still going to make more of an effort to go to the lake this month and the rest of summer. A lake escape from Patriotic Americans for Rest and Joy—for overall mental and physical health!
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