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@cwebber@octodon.social This line of thinking is why I still prefer #IndieWeb as the future of distributed social networking, and why I keep hoping IndieAuth + Ticket Auth (or something similar) goes somewhere to improve how we handle private/friends-only/limited-audience posts (which is the one thing really missing from the Atom/RSS ecosystem right now).

Attached: 1 image headlines when a presidential candidate threatens mass concentration camps:

Attached: 1 image Here’s a pain scale that I can relate well to. My pain rarely goes below five and frequently reach nine. I’ve thought about ER visits numerous times but I’m lucky that all my doctors are fantastic and I can usually get ahold of them when in need. #chronicpain #pain

got a compliement on my HTML resume 😁

So substack says censorship of Nazis is bad and they believe in free speech. But substack also moderate sex work. Their investors, presumably, don’t mind a few thousand newsletters talking about genociding the planet, but if they saw a single tit then they’d go into cardiac arrest.

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Today is a heavy and Momentous day for me. As some of you who knew me before, 1 year ago today my best friend since childhood died. From diagnosis to dead in 3 months. He was just shy of his 46th birthday. Again, fuck cancer. He was the best man (and literally my best man in the before times) I've ever known. He made me want to be a better person. And so I've tried to become a better person to honor him, to become the best Jennifer I could possibly be. This month has been Momentous. Starting month 6 of HRT, going out as myself for only the second time with my dear sister Valerie. And with her getting my ears pierced, using the women's restroom and being correctly Gendered for the very first time. It's since happened a couple times and I'll never get tired of it. And Friday I came out to my in-laws, and I was shocked to find out they were loving and supportive about it. Today I'm sending a version of the text I sent them go my two sister-in-law. I'm boarding a plane soon and will probably hit send right before take off. Hopefully I land to acceptance. But it doesn't matter, I will essentially be out at that point, and I'm so ready. So in the hope it helps somebody else, here is what I wrote them: "Hi! There's something we want to tell you guys about. Something beautiful and wonderful, that we just can't hold in anymore. Last year my best friend Jeremy got sick and died, in the prime of his life. And I realized...life is short and tomorrow isn't guaranteed. And it was time to make an attempt to come alive again. So I started taking care of myself. Started dieting, started therapy. Started by ignoring the obvious truth staring me in the face and making a last attempt to be happy with who I was. And as I lost weight and went to therapy and did a lot of soul searching, a lifetime of denial and repression and sadness came flooding back. I started visualizing the end goal, and what I realized is that even after I lose the weight, even after I do the mental work, I'd still be a failure as a man. Because...I'm not a man, I'm a woman, and I always have been. I've fought this my entire life and i just didnt have it in me anymore. Not if I wanted to live. Every time I saw a reflection of myself I saw a face that didn't belong to me, and my chest would grow tight until I couldn't breathe, and I'd feel as if I was drowning, but nobody could see me being dragged into the murky depths. Transition is literally saving my marriage, my family, and my life. So that's pretty much it. We're happier than we've ever been and want to share that with our family and the world. We hope you'll welcome me as a sister as you welcolmed me as a brother. When you're ready, we'd be happy to talk about it. Just let us know. Love you all!" #transgender #comingout #nevertooold

hey nice rare item in a video game, would be a shame if I were to madly hoard and never use any under any circumstances

Content warning: Implicit sex talk

Just remembered I still have a Substack account! Check it out https://open.substack.com/pub/edent/p/fuck-substack

The first rule of salary negotiation is the new hire budget is bigger than the promotion budget. It is always easier to negotiate a higher starting salary or hiring bonus than getting a raise or promotion after you’ve gotten the job. I’ve been stunned at how low the bar is for hiring managers to OK a higher offer for a new hire versus fighting for a raise for one of their team members. Never believe a recruiter who says you can get a bump after you start and do well unless it’s in writing.

As a team's infrastructure estate grows, it becomes increasingly beneficial to create a global registry of all people, services, and components. Once you do, you can integrate with tools like terraform, Chef, and Kubernetes to help provision your infrastructure according to a single authoritative source. This post explains how GoCardless built their registry, and some of the uses we’ve put it to.

At Christmas my mum was talking about her neighbours in the street. About one of them: “He’s apparently a detective in the police, which surprised me because he always seems so dodgy”. So close to having a revelation.

I’ve been building out a Calendar section for my #IndieWeb blog, listing out events I may be going to over the next year, so friends (old and new) can get in touch if they want to join me! Being able to post even my potential physical location online is a privilege, but one I’ll happily invest to foster a more connected 2024 😊 Testing out the first few here: https://www.byjp.me/calendar/ (or /ipns/www.byjp.me/calendar/ on #ipfs)

You’re with your loved ones, celebrating Christmas. I’m on LinkedIn Premium sending unsolicited InMail. We are not the same.

I shit you not, I just popped to Asda for something and they’re unloading Easter eggs from a lorry

Attached: 1 image You've heard of Barbenheimer, but have you heard of:

Attached: 1 image World, please meet Finnegan 😄 He was a Christmas gift from my parents.

Attached: 3 images the cat is finally starting to actually use the little beds I set up for her around the apartment 🥺 a story in three parts

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It says a lot for my emotional state that my wife bought me a weighted blanket to help during my autistic meltdowns and I'm too afraid to try it out because I'm close to crying already and I know it'll cause a dam burst meltdown and I don't want to do that on Christmas.

Attached: 1 image I love traditions like "decorating the tree with the kids". I can't take credit for the idea, but it's a good one.

Attached: 1 image Walter's in that post-Christmas dinner slump