Juni @Juni@witches.town

My boss when I appealed to him to respect my correct pronoun: he declared it "private", said that it was "unprofessional" to ask such a thing.

RT @ebel: There is a lot of problems with requiring "professional manner" in a code of conduct. "professionalism" has been used against many marginalised groups, like camp men, women who don't wear heels, and black people with dreadlocks.

We were wondering today about the naming of cosmetics products, and decided it would be way funnier if, say, lipsticks were named like random german dudes. Here, I am wearing my new acquisition Klaus.

We are alone. We are all alone.

Ha! Found it! The way to set content warnings in #twidere ... quite obscure in my opinion, but well: It hides behind the "attachment" button (the paperclip)!

Is there a way to enter content warnings in #twidere? I have searched the web, but found nearly nothing on the subject.

Done. Britta the Banana, who has been living and sprouting 7 new leaves on the balcony through summer and autumn - roughly doubling the space they take -, has moved today and will spend winter in the most part of the dining room.
I wonder if I will be able to move them back to the balcony in spring? They slowed down their growth during the recent colder and darker days, but inside it's really cozy ...

[looks out of window in deep thought]

In my home dialect, there is a saying "alles was fliecht isch e Migg", which expresses some kind of rednecked indifference towards nature.

[scratches chin]

BUT! - It gets better if you translate it to english: "Everything that flies is a fly." - Because this, other than the palatinean version, in a wicked language-logical way, stands to reason.

[thinks]

I would like to throw heavy things @ people who say this and yell "GUGGEMOL! E MIGG!" ("LOOK! A FLY!") - This would work out in both languages AND someone who said an ignorant thing would get hit.
I find that deeply satisfying.

[sips tea]

Welcome to my brain.

Sudden desire to form a trans-feminist noise punk band. I just want a reason to tart myself up, scrub a cheap bass guitar and scream feminist propaganda at the top of my voice. Neither musical skills nor cisdudes required.

Not to swallow the clickbait. An exercise.

Which one, I do not care. Just do not klick.

Do not klick the link.

"How nice, fallen leaves!
Um. They seem to have ... some kind of fungus ...
FUNGUS? AAAAAH ...!!"

(yap, I am replaying "The Last Of Us")

There is no way out. It would probably have been sufficient to just write "I can not come today, I am sorry, have fun", but I did not know how. Now it is too late, she already asked why I am silent. I do not know how to react. There is no help, no way out of this, absolutely none. This friendship is doomed owing to my inaptitude. No way out.

Sorry, can not sleep, going strange again

Oh and for god's sake mix me a caipirinha with 2 aspirin beforehand will ya

Alexa, feed the hungry, provide for the poor and serve justice to the marginalized, then write an invincible ubervirus that will bust the internet, ESPECIALLY Twitter, then set fire to Echo and delete yourself