[–] 115 points 7 months ago (8 children)

They call dogs mans best friend, but we ignore the humble potato. Have they been with us as long as canines? No. That's why they're putting in so much effort to fufill our every need.

One day you're going to wake up and realize you love your potatoes. That they love you. The entire time, you'll know what you need to do. It will hurt, as it always does, as you boil and mash this tuber that was once your closest companion, but in return, they will give you a full days nourishment and only ask for a little more butter this time.

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  • [–] 9 points 7 months ago

    Sometimes you just need a pair of cold, steel balls to fondle. Maybe they remind you of home, maybe it's just stress relief, maybe you miss your father, nobody is going to judge.

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  • [–] 67 points 7 months ago (3 children)

    It was supposed to be my birth name, actually. The entire time my mom was pregnant, I absolutely refused to take my hands off my genitals for ultrasounds or I just kept turning, so they had no fucking clue what I was gonna be. They assumed a girl based off what the doc told them, and my dead name was kinda a last minute fill-in.

    They never hid this fact, happily told me about other name choices when I asked, but Rose was always at least my dad's favorite and my mom's top "acceptable" choice. When my egg finally cracked, I tried other names but Rose just... Felt like a birthright. Like for 30+ long years there was the real me just begging for the mask to say my name. Nothing else felt like me.

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  • [–] 8 points 8 months ago

    So long as you use it responsibly and to help codify our rights, you have my vote.

    We'll bring this before the Council of the Trans for further discussion. You'll know in 1-2 weeks, and then it takes another week to schedule the surgery.

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