What species is this mohawked cutie pie?

Birds are awesome. Loved them even as a kid when it was hopelessly uncool.

I think it just bothers me that people shove the idea of being this cuddly nurturer at me and don’t give a shit if it’s what I want.

A chess improvement company once wrote an article about me and although I was deeply grateful for the opportunity I am also very glad I saw the first draft because the reporter invented a whole imaginary child. While cutting a lot of my thoughts about annihilation and how it’s a fairly staple tactical skill.

To his credit he removed it when I asked but…ugh. Can people not stay on topic ever? I swear to God I could be in the middle of defusing a bomb and someone would mention husbands or children.

Because what they clearly meant is that I came across as being nothing but help staff.

Christ that’s so fucked.

No a very traditional and backwards woman made a comment about how I’d be a good wife for her son who I don’t even know.

I don’t know how I managed to come across as that much of a worthless cored-out shell.

Someone said I would be a good wife…I felt powerless and degraded. How did I manage to come off as so brainless and lacking in self respect that I’d have nothing better to do than be someone’s wife?

If you can’t comprehend nuance then please just go scream elsewhere.

I really just wanted to get the point across that…there are simple things you can do to deter bears.

Whereas IF a man has malicious intent…there is jack shit that an electric fence or bear mace or a bell is going to do.

Christ. Love sounds tiring.