Yup, German is like that and English is weird and inconsistent. It’s my second as well.

Alright, let’s talk.

Something can be the last word about its subject. It’s the last word, the words are finite about it.

De-finite-ly.

And now you’ll always spell that one word right!

Doing the dishes with her axe, nice.

It is a real place though!

It’s this place:

Speaking from a purely analytical ace/sex-repulsed position:

Removing the blindfold can only at best ruin the prize you’ve already got. You remove the blindfold and find out the best beej in the world comes from Supreme Fellator Donald J. Trump? No ma’am, there is no coming back from that. Leave it on.

Cat.

Corporate democrats are moderate right-wing at best.

AI slop.

It isn’t hard to burn a real flag, take a picture, and add text in GIMP.

With random capitalization and random all caps and run-on sentences everywhere.

I don’t know which one makes me sadder: if my wife dies first, or if I die first.

A lot of this was at f/4 or f/5ish, 100ISO, and a shutter speed enough to put the white balance at -1.

We shouldn’t use any of the branding the nazis have provided. It’s the Everglades concentration camp.

I should clarify: though English is my second language, it’s my best one and my default one.

I just like to think of these sovcits as crazy five-dimensional lawyers beyond my understanding.

And of course, “I shall endeavor to improve” was said with the boldiest /s I can muster.

The boldestest.

I see. So I think if I just let my eyes graze down the text without reading too much in particular, I can imagine I’m in a courtroom gallery, and someone with neither attorney nor soap is standing up rattling off nonsense, while some well-pressed district attorney is cackling in her head, at a nearby table?

And that the judge is gonna throw this poor unwashed defendant right off Hell in a Cell, and plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer’s table.

My English is not good enough to understand this. I will endeavor to improve.

I mean, kitty is perfect in all things.

Asterisk: directly on the human’s mouth.

Honestly? Cape Meares and Garibaldi. Not far from home.

Most places in my childhood and past are illegal for me to travel to in this form.

I’ve done good work to help queer and trans youth gain acceptance and defense, but my budget is one comma, sometimes not even that much, compared with the four commas of the machines running the federal government, cackling about our suffering, while they post pictures of alligators wearing hats.

Oh yeah, I think you’ve seen me wearing the bottom outfit before.