Mike the Perpetual Student
@sacwriter
A Polymath, specializing in trauma and sex therapy using IFS and EMDR. LGBTQIA+ ally. Book fanatic and a little witchy. An Exvangelical who supports victims of church abuse. Proud Swiftie.
This is so funny, it moves all away around the circle to true.
I don’t know what breed of bird this is, but it was singing its heart out five feet from me. As I talked softly and complimented them on their prowess, it sang even louder.
More from Fort Bragg CA and our walk by the beach. When the ocean is your home, 12 foot crashing waves don’t even interrupt your nap. The seals blend so well into the rocks.
Four days with Sacnurse in Fort Bragg, CA. Highs in the 60s only. We love it. Here are a few views from near our motel. Old train bridge that is now a walking/biking trail.
Does this mean Abe can run for a second term. Asking for a friend.
They say that good things come in threes…come on Universe!!
This one passes the sniff test for accuracy. Also, I wish I knew who originally posted it to give credit:
Andy Borowitz has it correct. It is time for another Declaration.
From Greta the Great’s Instagram page: (verify if you want)
In case you want to be even more baffled about why we are fighting Iran, here is a list of countries that CURRENTLY have nuclear weapons: (Israel has them. So does India and Pakistan. Never a peep about THEIR weapons of mass destruction).
I'm not sure my granddaughter prepped enough for the Pride parade:
Although, maybe next year, I’ll get this one to support my SW friends:
In recognition of International Sex Workers Day, let's strive to make legal changes so that each SW is seen as a worker first, and a valued member of society, protected from exploitation and violence from the police.
Mad Magazine--like the Simpsons--was all satire, all the time. And like the Simpsons, sometimes it read the room before anyone else did. Yes, you'll have to read the fine print.. But they had DJT figured out before most people.
One of the MANY reasons I couldn't teach in a church any longer. This nonsense.
I’m trying not to get caught up to the point of outrage fatigue…but this fuckery doesn’t help at all.
It does happen. Many times I keep it to myself, but occasionally…holy shit.
My new writing workstation attaches to the steering wheel for when the Muse carries me while I'm on the road.