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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
about 11 hours ago
A fickle way to tickle, on my young manā€™s tingle.
Bob Hoskins in the music video for Jamie Tā€™s Sheila
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
2 days ago
Idk when it happened but putting my hair up like this is so gender affirming
Selfie of SinƩad in a cut off vans T-shirt dress, she is wearing large rimmed glasses and her bleach blonde hair is tied up in a way that leaves some length framing her face in the front
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
3 days ago
Idk what started it but this person decided sheā€™s maga and used several slurs against our community which she was clearly a part of based on the moots and former moots she has, unfollow if applicable, block, do not engage.
Hate speech by a newly maga SWer
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
4 days ago
Picked up heavy things today šŸ„°
Mirror selfie of SinƩad in a dark tank top and grey jeans flexing one arm (she has a decent pump, be nice about it)
Sumo Deadlift WEIGHT & REPS 1 135lbs x 3 reps 2 155lbs x 3 reps 3 185lbs x 3 reps 4 185lbs x 3 reps 5 205lbs x 1 reps
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
5 days ago
Poe Dameron ā€œthey fly nowā€ from rise of skywalker except it says ā€œshe fucks now!ā€
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
5 days ago
Platner rn:
David Mitchell in an SS officer uniform asking ā€œare we the baddiesā€ from ā€˜That Mitchell & Webb Lookā€™

Graham Platner, a Democratic candidate for U.S. Senate in Maine, says he'll remove a tattoo of an image widely recognized as a Nazi symbol that he got on his chest nearly 20 years ago.

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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
9 days ago
Words words words
final draft My loneliness is not from an absence of people. It forms from the presence of my own mind, a vast and echo filled room where my every thought comes back to me distorted, strange, and utterly alone. I am an island no one ships wreck on. I am the static between radio stations. I am the feral thing everyone sees digging through the trash of connection, finding only the wrappers of what others have consumed. I am a chemical spill. I am some feral thing. The scratching at the trash cans after midnight, that's me... not looking for a home, but trying to remember if I've ever had one. They have rituals and quiet understandings. I have teeth and a terror so profound it became a personality. Every attempted smile, a snarl. Trying to say hello sounds like a warning cry. I only know the grammar of flight and fight.
They move in packs, in pairs, in effortless flocks. Their language of glances and shared silence that my tongue cannot learn. My words are clumsy stones thrown at stained glass windows, succeeding only in breaking the beautiful picture, and everyone scatters from the shards. They notice, (of course they notice). I can't hide the scent of desperation, the wild animal panic in my eyes, when someone asks "how are you?" and I don't manage the lie of "fine." So, I lash out. I'll bite the hand that feeds me, since I can't bring myself to hold it. I'm convinced love is a test that I am always failing. Then, after retreating to my claustrophobic den, I lick these wounds of my own making. I have tried to build bridges from my solitude, but every time it becomes a wall. So l stop trying. The silence is more honest. The isolation is, at least, mine. It is a kingdom of one, its borders are my skin and it is the one place I cannot be exiled from.
The moral of the story is simple: Some doors are not meant to be opened. Some animals are only meant to be seen in the brief, violent flash before the trap snaps shut. The only belonging I was built for is the belonging to the dark, and the quiet, and the end of things.
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
10 days ago
All this talk surrounding the CIA operations in Venezuela got me think of this for some reason, probably totally unrelated.
Screenshot of tweets You know what wasnt in the best interest of people? the U.S. government organizing a coup against Evo Morales in Bolivia so you could obtain the lithium there. Elon Musk @elonmusk Replying to @historyofarmani We will coup whoever we want! Deal with it. 4:32 AM ā€¢ Jul 25, 2020 ā€¢ Twitter for iPhone
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
11 days ago
The ideal male form
Van Goghā€™s ā€œSkull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigaretteā€
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
13 days ago
Phillyā€™s newest tranny, taking herself for a walk.
Mirror selfie of SinĆ©ad, she is wearing a black hoodie with Vans on the breast, glasses, a dark baseball cap with a rainbow and ā€œprideā€ written on it and lavender over ear headphones.
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
13 days ago
The last stanza didnā€™t fit in the alt text, she can have her own skeet.
The little girl inside me is so scared. She hides in the rubble of me clutching a stuffed shark calling it hope. I need to find her. I need to be nice to her. I need to tell her the rescue squad is real. They are here I bare my teeth, they do not run. They just say I know. They just wait; for the wild in me to remember what it feels like to be fed, to be touched, to be home.
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
13 days ago
šŸ¦Š
feral fox gospel Nonviolent dogs donā€™t know why they bite, but their teeth know the shape of exit wounds better than the shape of prayer. I was built for a different world one with more trees, less glass, where a snarl is a sentence and a flinch is a full confession. Not this. Not the silent screaming into a phone that wonā€™t light upā€¦ some desperate calculus of who loves me measured in minutes since last reply. I crash land daily. My heart is a failed satellite, tumbling through the static, sending out distorted signals: I NEED YOU GO AWAY DONā€™T LEAVE Iā€™LL MAKE YOU. The message is always the same: I am here. I am here. I am here. And I have never felt more alone. I miss my dog. I miss the wife I never wanted. I miss the man I buried in a shallow grave exiting my old subdivision. I miss the simple script of that straight white life, even though I still inevitably flub my lines. They say be your own safe spot. But my mind is a collapsing mine. Every thought is a trigger wire. Every silence is a countdown. How do you build a home on a fault line? How do you offer a steady hand when your own tremors could shatter theirs? So I biteā€¦ I am a feral thing, cornered by the love I so desperately crave. I push away the very hands that try to brush my matted fur, that try to untangle the knots of a lifetime of flinching. We all crash landed, she says. We are all busted souls sorting through the wreckage. And maybe thatā€™s the truth that can calm me: I am not the only feral creature here. They are a pack of rescued strays, each bearing the scars of a world that did not want them, learning to lick instead of tear, to lean instead of lunge, to let the wave of feeling crash through us without drowning in its wake.
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
16 days ago
šŸ·
Tastes like wine I see this glass full of rain caught off of some gutter, but someone still insists to me: "It tastes like wine." As if the fermentation of memories don't turn them to vinegar on my tongue. Why does the lie taste so familiar? Why does the hollow in my chest cling to the shape of a glass of wine that was never really there? My brain is a dishonest sommelier, serving me nothing but sadness, calling every cup a bold vintage, pouring me panic from a breaking bottle and telling me "good choice!" Some scenes are too sanguine to swallow straight, so the mind becomes a alchemist trying to transform dread into dark fruit, sorrow into tannins, loneliness into a finish... It tastes like wine. It is not wine. I keep drinking anyway. I finally understand the metaphor. It was never about the richness, the depth, or the bouquet. It was about the inevitable sickness, the regret in the morning light, and the desperate, foolish hope that when the party is over, when everyone goes home, that l am left not left alone, to sweep up the glass.
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
17 days ago
You gotta know what youā€™re aiming for but itā€™s otherwise soooooooo RNG based. I put all the joker names in the alt text had double Yoricks by like ante 2 so by the end I was getting my mult for a level 20+ full house, x30, +140, +20, x30, x30 šŸ“ˆšŸ“ˆšŸ“ˆ
A screen shot of a won balatro hand the jokers are (Iā€™m Holographic yorick Bootstraps To the moon Satellite Brainstorm Yorick Negative Drunkard
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
20 days ago
Hey chat, are you as excited as I am for my boyfriend to wake up to this banger?
Message to Bobby, Spotify link to Must Have Done Something Right - Relient K ā€¢ Five Score and Seven Years Ago ā€¢ 2007
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
21 days ago
Pillow talk but make it oasis
[Chorus] How does it feel When you're inside me? [Bridge] You'll need assistance with the things that you Have never ever seen It's just a case of never breathing out Before you breathe it in
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
21 days ago
Coming back to this one with a screenshot of an email sent to a recently banned user. Anyone want to explain how Singal didnā€™t breach this or can I just not read?
After investigating, we have determined that your account activity was in violation of our community guidelines, specifically promoting hateful content or *being disruptive to other users.* We take these guidelines seriously to ensure a safe and respectful environment for all our users.

There's the substance of the signal issue, and then there's the pattern of behavior that jay was responding to -- the constant, _constant_ off topic responses that make this tedious. On the substance, it's really just that the guy didn't violate the ToS. I'm sorry, that's just it

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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
22 days ago
Oh nothing I just remembered this.
Donald J. Trump Ā© @realDonaldTrump Thank you Kanye, very cool! KANYE WEST @kanyewest You don't have to agree with trump but the mob can't make me not love him. We are both dragon energy. He is my brother. I love everyone. I don't agree with everything anyone does. That's what makes us individuals. And we have the right to independent thought.
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
23 days ago
šŸ§Ø
light the fuse The quiet is seldom peace. More oft it's a slow, coiled burn. A patience that is not virtue, but the long arc of a match; waiting for the strike. I hold this stillness like a held breath. Like a secret in a confessional that has forgotten its own name. I have been so careful with the kindling of myself. But the soul has its own seasons, and this long winter is begging for a forest fire. They keep telling me to be careful with the dynamite, store it dark and dry. Handle the sticks of my anger and grief with asbestos gloves and a muted heart. But what if the blast is the blessing? What if the shrapnel seeds the soil? What's behind the red wire isn't ruin; it's a foundation. So I will offer my silence to the spark. I will let the calm catch, let the blue flame climb the wick of every unsaid thing, every contained tremor, every I'm fine that was really a prayer for whoever I told to just call bullshit. I have been a dormant minefield for decades, a polite and contained catastrophe. I have smiled with a mouth full of gunpowder, held a lit match behind my back and called it peace. No more. Some things cannot be dismantled gently. Some walls' falls deserve to be a spectacle. Some gardens only bloom after the fire has cleared the overgrowth. So stand back. I am not a danger. I am a delivery system. For the person I was always meant to be. This isn't a threat. It's a promise. Now, watch me light the fuse and finally, finally, become; me.
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
24 days ago
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Dancing In the Dark - Bruce Springsteen I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man, I ain't getting nowhere I'm just living in a dump like this There's something happening somewhere Baby, I just know that there is
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
24 days ago
Proof of life šŸ„°
Mirror selfie of SinƩad (heavily tattooed white femme) in a black sports bra and grey gym shorts, her ash blonde hair is up in a lazy bun
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
24 days ago
šŸŒ¦ļø
the sky bends The sky is wrong. Itā€™s not a different colour, intellectually I know thatā€™s the same blue; but the textureā€¦ the texture is wrong. The embodiment of our lifeā€™s breath looks more like latex stretched over a frame, a painted prop in a community theatre play. What is going on? What do I know? I know the sun is a star. And that clouds are water vapor. But Iā€™m seeing something else. I have this feeling that if I reached high enough,my fingers would meet resistance, a dull, rubbery thud where infinity should be. My hands look like they belong to a stranger whoā€™s very good at puppeteering. They type these words, they clean my kitchen, but my fingers get wrinkly, because theirs donā€™t exist. The world has become a poorly dubbed film. I see your mouth move, hear the sound, but the timing is off, the sync is wrong. Your words arrive a full second after your lips stop, and Iā€™m left nodding at the echo. This is the absurdity, to be told the world is solid whilst feeling the set wobble. To watch a bird fly and wonder who is pulling the string. To hear a loved one's voice and have to consciously remind the nerves, "This is real. This is real. This is real." Itā€™s not that I donā€™t believe in reality. Itā€™s that Iā€™m standing behind it. Iā€™m seeing the unfinished backs of the mountains, reading the stage directions scrawled in the margin of the air. The sky bends. Of course it does. Itā€™s no less real than the smile I can feel stretching my face but cannot locate the origin of. Gravity is a suggestion I am increasingly tempted to test out; or maybe just decline.
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Sin(Ć©ad)
@tidbit.bsky.social
25 days ago
Iā€™m blocked now but I had mutuals with this bigot.
3 skeets from me (all replies to blocked posts) You've used "bad faith" incorrectly twice now so I'm not sure you know what it means. You're not being gaslit, you're a cis woman. You're also a woman, just like I'm a woman. The talking points you're using are exclusionary of trans people. That's what the E in TERF stands for. It's transphobic. Are you a neo-nazi? Surely that's not an insulting nor difficult one to answer... You're being called a transphobe and a bigot because you are engaging in transphobic rhetoric. Cis and trans are both neutral descriptors, they just are. Neither is an insult nor a compliment. You are a cis woman. But you are cis?

But you do stay silent when someone points out your transphobic rhetoric in specific detail? Fwiw I think Iā€™ve been fairly polite to you, I would love your response to either or both of these šŸ©·

Sin(Ć©ad) @tidbit.bsky.social she/her Not only is cis a neutral indicator, it's quite literally a scientific one. It means unchanged. White colonial interests in America were called transatlantic and, admittedly less commonly, European interests were referred to as cisatlantic. Aren't words fun? They have these predetermined meanings <quote of> envyĀ© @envymaybe.bsky.social ā€¢ 'Cis' isn't a neutral descriptor... it defines women by what we're not, rather than who we are. Women don't need a qualifier; we're already women. Reducing us to body parts, 'person with a uterus' or 'birthing person', erases the reality of our lives and experiences.
Sin(Ć©ad) @tidbit.bsky.social ā€¢ she/her Woman is an umbrella term. I am a woman and I'm none of the other things you listed. Why are you so upset about inclusive language? <quote of> envy? @envymaybe.bsky.soc... ā€¢ I'm a woman. Not 'cis.' Not a 'person with a uterus.' Not a 'birthing person.' Not a 'person who menstruates.' If that offends you, it says more about your misogyny than about me. You can support the trans community and still call women what we are: women.
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