Being in a straight appearing relationship with a guy. I felt like my queerness was completely lost, and I hated the assumptions that people started making about me and the relationship.
Only openly queer relationships for me thank you!
As I went from visibly trans to passing, my relationship with my partner went from an obviously queer one to what most people now assume is a platonic friendship between two cis women.
I personally feel like I'm in a more queer relationship now, but the queerness disappears to others due to heteronormative eyes. It does not seem to make a difference that we hold hands in public, that I engage in touch and other PDA.
Fix my own car.
I tried changing my own oil, couldn't get the drain plug loose, was so frustrated. Another time I had a coolant leak and need to swap out a hose, it was winter, I hurt my hands, snapped some plastic part, and cried.
I don't work on my own cars now.
I'm amazed you even tried! I can barely put air in my tyres
I really did try lol
I like old cars, as a broke person, the only way it makes sense to have one is if you know how to work on it yourself.
I've a greater understanding why most mechanics hate themselves lol
Date a dumb man, no matter how attractive he was.
Having fun.
I tried having fun once, but I didn't like it. So now I'm against it.
Getting married...
Waltzers. for those who don't know it's a ride involving a sloping spinning platform with these spinning cars. my dad made me ride it when I was a kid. big mistake I threw up 😂
Salvia
Harvesting porcupine quills.
What a nightmare. I'm amazed I didn't get Porcupine aids... Or maybe I did...
Why are porcupine quills used for? Why would you want to harvest them? Or is this a turn of phrase I'm taking wayy to literally?
Not often used now, but they are plucked, cleaned and often dyed, then woven into baskets or as trim for clothing/hats. The guard hairs are also used for ceremonial head dresses.
So no, sadly, not a turn of phrase. I literally had my hands in a soapy bath of porcupine quills and shit, getting stabbed endlessly as I tried to clean them. I got maybe 40-50. They are in a jar to remind me of my folly.
Life
<marvin>Don't talk to me about life!</marvin>
trying to correctly spell words
rollercoaster
of loooveee
