I’m a systems librarian in an academic library. I moved over the Lemmy after Rexxit 2023. I’ve had an account on sdf.org since 2009 (under a different username), and so I chose this instance out of a sense of nostalgia. I do all sorts of fiber arts (knitting, cross stitch, sewing) and love dogs.

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Cake day: July 3rd, 2023

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  • I have prepper leanings that I satisfy by knowing my neighbors, having multiple ways to start a fire, a good supply of bottled water, and enough shelf stable food for a few months. I keep enough gas in my car to get me to Canada, have an overnight bag with a change of clothes, toiletries, and my passport. I could go more into prepping, but this is where the balance lies between my anxiety (over being in multiple politically disfavoured groups) and my partner’s differently flavored anxiety (over getting things we don’t need.)





  • grysbok@lemmy.sdf.orgtoHumor@lemmy.worldYes, But
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    1 month ago

    same. The local self checkouts are a sensory nightmare for me. There’s blinking lights I can’t avoid, a camera+screen I can’t ignore… I just can’t deal with it.

    local home depot only has self checkout. I don’t go there any more.




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    1 month ago

    LGBTQA+ people can be tunnel-visioned about their “flavor” of queer. I was once told by a lesbian that of course I wouldn’t know about a specific Boston queer housing mailing list—I have a boyfriend.

    Never mind I’m ace, non-binary, and polyamorous [which may or may not be queer, but is at least queer adjacent]. Like, yeah. I’m not LG. I can still be BTQA+.




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    ooh, be careful. That sounds like a public display of affection. You’d get sent up the principal’s office at my high school.

    (why yes, my autistic ass took decades before I became comfortable breaking that ingrained rule, even after graduation. Thanks, Kentucky.)