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@PorscheDeRossi Thank you for all of this great info. I am a believer! Question: Do I need to create a whole new account to become official? Do I change my existing account identity? What makes the most sense?
@krassenstein I didn’t vote for it, but in fairness, they said it would happen because the pipes were idle for a while. It will clear. At least for now.
Things the recovery industry will not tell you:
1. The drug worked. That is why people use it. Not weakness. Not moral failure.
A neurological event so complete and persuasive that any honest account of addiction has to start there.
The problem is not that the drug fails. The problem is that what it does is unrepeatable, and you will burn your entire life to the ground trying to get back to a place that no longer exists.
2. Shame is not guilt. Guilt says I did something bad. Shame says I am something bad. Guilt is appropriate. Shame is a cell with no windows. Most people use the words interchangeably. That mistake is lethal.
3. You cannot shame someone who has already named the thing you are holding over them. Say it first. Say it in plain light. The weapon drops.
4. Guilt can coexist with self-respect. Shame cannot. You can hold the damage and the dignity at the same time. I know because I live there.
5. Radical honesty does not give you back who you were. It hands you the clean slate of who you always wanted to be. The mask comes off. The cartoon other people drew of you stays on the page.
6. Nobody gets clean on a winning streak.
7. You have to be almost self-delusional in your forgiveness of yourself. (Go watch Chase Hughes)
8. The greatest sin was not the chaos. It was the absence. Being unavailable to the people who needed you.
9. Sustainable recovery starts with one thing: honesty with yourself. If you love an addict and want to help, that is the only door in.
10. I am only an expert on my recovery. Nobody is an expert on anyone else’s.
It wasn’t an authentic 70s swing set if one leg wasn’t popping out of the ground in a concerning fashion once somebody really got going on that motherfucker.
Things most Americans agree on:
Groceries cost too much.
Tariffs suck and make no sense.
Congress and Presidents shouldn’t trade stocks.
The debt is a mess.
The border should be secure, but legal immigration is good.
Endless wars are stupid, especially ones that nobody wants and have never been explained.
Americans are exhausted.
AI is like my new best friend that also might be trying to take my job, my ability to think for myself, and my humanity in the process. Yo like I love you, but WTF, but I still love you.
Diversity is actually awesome! The opposite is boring AF.
Canadians are super fucking cool.
Mexicans are chill.
Putin isn’t a good guy looking out for America’s best interest. Rocky IV and Miracle are great movies.
Good neighbors are a blessing.
Freedom of religion and coexistence without having to blow each other up is probably a good idea.
We all question, are we alone in the universe?
We all fuck up along the way.
Epstein didn’t hang himself.
The Trumps and Epstein were best friends for decades. It’s like Bert trying to tell us Ernie was just an acquaintance in the same social scene on Sesame Street back in the day.
The Cowboys suck. Go Birds!
Things we’re told to fight about:
Me.
Laptop.
Vaccines.
Transgenders in sports.
Pronouns.
That’s the joke.
1. Your parents are not background characters — the clock on them is running faster than yours. That phone call you're postponing? Make it today. One day you'll have all the time in the world and nobody to give it to.
2. Sit with someone you love and talk with no phone in the room. Ten minutes of full attention is rarer in this century than a diamond, and it gives the other person something money cannot — real presence, the most generous thing you own.
My parents had 9 kids. 5 survived, I was the last. I was one of the survivors in case you are wondering. I was 4 when they divorced. My dad was finally free to be the flamboyantly gay man he always was. He was a hairdresser and cut the hair of many famous people like Amy Carter and Paul Lynde and competed nationally with guys like Paul Mitchell. He was in the theater and basically displayed every Hollywood trope of a gay Catholic man with a beard and family. She had to know but my mom was always pretty closed about it. My father was also awesome at being a dad. He was funny and intelligent and could do just about anything. He taught me how to build a home from the ground up and was a licensed electrician just for side work. He cared about others and his businesses were all successful and well respected even in red Arizona where he lived. All my life I was exposed to both a gay household and a straight household. It never moved the needle on my straightness or groomed me into anything that I am not. It definitely made me more tolerant and understanding of relationship dynamics. In '85 I went to visit my Pop for the summer as I always did but then never went back to my Moms in Cali. It was a hard choice and it put me into a difficult spot as the son of a gay man in a rural AZ town and school. I was in a lot of fights. That part didnt matter much as I was the youngest in my family and punching above my weight was a necessity all my life. I made some really great friends there and changed a lot of minds about prejudice and assumption. It was not just about the friends or the fights it was about representing the minority of tolerant people and doing it with strength and stoicism was important. After I graduated and moved on to my own adventures in the UK and beyond, things started to change. The 90s were a lot kinder to the LGBTQ community than the previous decade and tolerance grew. My father was eventually able to get married and he was happily married when he passed. I was with him for the short few days he was in hospice and I was there when he passed. Pope Francis later said love is love and gave tolerant recognition to his love just a little too late and I wish he had been able to hear that. I am a pantheist but I respect my fathers views. When he passed I washed his feet so he could walk from this world clean. I gave his eulogy in a big Catholic church which had a giant pipe organ like the one he had played during so many services in his life. His children and dozens of grandchildren and even more great grandchildren were in attendance. Love is Love.
Happy Pride Month 🏳️🌈
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They loved Marjorie Taylor Greene, now they hate her.
They loved Thomas Massie, now they hate him.
They loved Lauren Boebert, now they hate her.
They made fun of Biden for nodding off ("Sleepy Joe), now they ignore Trump outright falling asleep.
They put "I Did That" Biden stickers on high gas prices, now they ignore gas prices being even higher.
They bragged about Trump being the no wars President, now they support war.
They bashed Biden for sending money to Ukraine, now they ignore Trump sending money to both Ukraine and Israel.
They demanded the Epstein files, now they bash anyone asking for the Epstein files.
To be a MAGA is to be a slave.
Not physically, but mentally.
They stand for nothing.
We're up against people who stand for nothing.
And with the most misplaced confidence you've ever seen, they try to tell us whats-what.
We shouldn't even acknowledge these people.
The Trump supporters that remain are mentally too far gone.
I don't even want to argue with them anymore.