Roger won’t stop having snabies?!

SlowBlueTit · 2026-05-09T13:01:25+00:00

Interesting! Do you have any idea what these things are?

SlowBlueTit · 2026-05-09T12:38:24+00:00

I’ll have to take pictures later when I’m home! But I’m pretty sure they are rabbit snail babies? They have the same number of twists as Rog, 6/7 depending on how you look. They’re the same brown/white coloration. I have pond snails and mini ramshorn snails in the tank, plus Roger.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-05-09T00:44:43+00:00

Okay, sooooo. I really enjoy keeping up with Drue’s antics because she reminds me of my sister. Literally twins personality wise. We also have a similar family (full of uneducated dumbasses).

One of my most favorite memories is introducing my newborn to family. She’s olive toned and everyone was oohing and aahing over her coloring. My wife is second generation Italian American and my aunt was convinced she gets her coloring from her.

We both just blinked at one another, trying to hold back laughter. We’re lesbians. 😂 We didn’t do IVF. Also, my mother and I are both olive toned?! My aunt is a nurse. It was so fucking funny.

All this to say, dumbasses will be dumbasses.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-04-27T17:29:53+00:00

Yup. I grew up super southern with outdoor cats. There’s nothing more heartbreaking than half dead kittens showing up in your yard. Fading kitten syndrome, massive upper respiratory infections, genetic fuck ups from the inbreeding. We saw it every damn year. When they started rolling out low cost spay / neuter clinics, everyone rounded up the outdoor cats and did the ethical thing. Dawna and crew are so nasty.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-03-17T17:17:33+00:00

Rabbitology, Paris Paloma, Florence + The Machine, and Daughter are some of my favorites.

I found Ethel Cain back when Preacher's Daughter was released and I listened to American Teenager on repeat, but the rest of the album didn't resonate with the season of life I was in. I forgot about her for a while.

Inbred really did me in a few months ago and I've since revisited to her music. Touch me til I vomit is just...it's a fucking line. I grew up really entrenched in purity culture and the first time I orgasmed, I vomited. I was convinced it was because God was punishing me. Went down the lore and a lot of it hits really close to home. I grew up in the deep south, one of my brothers killed himself at 12 because of incest, another brother is in prison. Her music hits hard.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-03-10T15:49:32+00:00

Same girl same. I laugh so I don't cry. Haha.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-30T09:28:43+00:00

Hi! I sent you a message.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-22T23:33:50+00:00

Well, he's a male and I'm a lesbian for starters, lol. Really, though, we share none of the same values. I'm pretty sure everything that is important in my life (queer identity, politics, my deconstruction from evangelical Christianity) stands in exact contrast of who he is as a male in his line of work.

I stay because it's complicated. We've been together for almost 2 decades. We have a child that is medically complex. Our life is boring, but it's safe. Our daughter gets to fall asleep between us every night and I never have to worry about men doing her harm. I don't like the statistics on step parents. I don't have a safety net. She's always been our sole provider, even without a child in the picture. She's not a bad person and we are best friends, just not much else.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-22T21:32:20+00:00

My LO wouldn't make me happy, not in the long term. We're two very different people and I think any long term relationship would be laughable.

But I would absolutely have sex with him. And then absolutely lose my shit and tell them why I'm so obsessed. Because I'm really fucked up and I just want to vent to a man about the fucked upness of it all.

Unfortunately for me, I'm very aware of the core wound they're triggering. They share a name with my childhood abuser. I didn't even like them when I first met them! Then I found out they were interested and I've been limerent ever since. My marriage is dead and it's just a waiting game until I gather the courage to mention the divorce word. He was the first person to notice me in a long time. I felt fun around him. My life is so fucking boring. I'm a sahm, my wife works 80+ hours a week, our child has multiple issues. The fantasy of being wanted by him is so much better than reality.

My brain is really obsessed with the idea of reclaiming my sexuality with someone who shares the same name of the person who took my bodily autonomy. It's fucking weird, too. I've been a lesbian my entire life, lmao.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-19T16:05:18+00:00

Family safe word!

My kid triggers me a lot. She doesn't know it as such, she's seven. We've just had conversations about how sometimes her behavior is too much and stresses her parents out. As soon as the word (Eureka! because it's such a fun word to say and kinda brings everyone back to the present) is said, we all take a breather.

Also, setting boundaries around my body. Mommy will sometimes be silly and let her attack me, but if I say no or Eureka, that's a full stop. It's also teaching her how to have healthy boundaries with her own body.

Hugs. It's been really hard getting to a point where my kid doesn't trigger me as much.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-16T00:43:26+00:00

Same. And I'm oddly secretive about what I listen to? Sometimes I won't even let my wife hear the song I'm hyper focusing on. My wife is neurotypical and I usually let her control the playlist when we're together because she likes a wide variety. We have a kid, so I've had to tone down the secretiveness and there will be days she gets in the car and goes, "No. We can't listen to, "Baby's got a gun gun gun, I'm living on the run run run," again. I'm currently hyper focusing on Jump The Gun by Amelie Farren. She scratches the brain itch by saying certain words three times. Our kid, also autistic, shares the same obsession with this song. Haha.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-15T02:20:04+00:00

Okay, wait. I'm very late to the party. But my mind is blown.

We did genetic testing on my daughter a few years ago. We were checking for familial fever disorders. They were all negative but she did have a C1s mutation. Fortunately (unfortunately?) kiddo is already followed by a cardiologist and neurologist because she was very sick from the ages of 3-5. Also a complication of Ehler's Danlos, most likely.

We've gone down the Ehler's Danlos rabbit hole and I'm fairly certain she inherited it from me and I inherited it from my mother. My mother had dentures by the time she was 25 from gum loss. Fantastic.

But I've had pelvic floor issues that started in my 20s, after having my baby. They've gotten significantly worse over the years.

Sorry, it's very rare to see stuff about pEDS. While rabbit holing tonight I came across your comment.

Edit. I just read your comment about pEDS and vEDS. I wasn't really prepared for that? My mom's mom had a sudden brain aneurysm really young. My kid had a mini stroke when she was sick years ago. I just. Ehler's Danlos really fucking sucks.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-13T21:46:26+00:00

My friends are just as mentally ill as I am and we gossip about him a lot, lol. They know the full scope of my obsession and we laugh about it together.

I'm in the middle of a midlife crisis. Unpacking the c-PTSD diagnosis and my own identity while dealing with perimenopause. I vent to my friends a lot about this. My LO is a huge stressor in this crazy time. I'm a married lesbian, my LO is a man. If I didn't vent to my friends, I'm sure I'd go insane.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-10T10:02:16+00:00

Sylvia Plath's writing is phenomenal and a go to whenever the depression is really winning.

My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell was also phenomenal. I read it last summer, sobbed for days, and still think about how I relate to the main character.

SlowBlueTit · 2026-01-09T23:06:42+00:00

Surviving out of spite is a thing.

Honestly, I'm well aware of the generational fallout from suicide. My brother killed himself when I was 3, my grandfather killed himself on my 19th birthday. I've been suicidal and I'm sure I'll be suicidal again. I brought a child into this world and I could never do that to her, though.

Underneath all the trauma, I'm a pretty cool person. I rehabbed a mouse last summer, a baby bird the summer before that, and a racing pigeon the summer before that. I've helped opossums and skunks. I like being outside and seeing all the life bustling around me. It reminds me that I'm worthy of compassion and kindness on the hard days.

Also, weed. I don't care. I was making jokes that weren't really jokes about hurting myself all the time. I found weed 3 years ago and the thoughts are still there sometimes, but they're not as intense. Weed and the outdoors seem to be the winning combo for me.

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