I am sick now. My employers would only foot the bill for an economy class return ticket- would travelling business class have made any difference, both in terms of avoiding Slavs and being far enough away from carriers to not get infected?

The kittens are a huge handful without their momma to ground them, but they're very happy to play in the bedroom while supervised.

Miss Sheila's surgeons are in love with that "feral" girl, and her main surgeon even asked if I'd tell him about the kittens! He said if they have half her disposition, they'd be perfect pets

She's apparently a perfect patient, and does not apparently require a drainage tube. Therefore, she may come home a day early. We shall see.

Thank you all for loving Sheila and the babies. And thank you, darling Mister Man, for letting me sleep some of my covid off today.

!animalposters !cats !catholics

I built her out of the old Halloween coffin I used for a few years. The rest is pallet wood. During the day it's grey but at night she's hit with blacklight and gives off an erie glow. I'm currently working on the Kraken that's taking her to the briny deep. I've dubbed her The Mollusk both because of this year's theme and the Ween album.

FRICKING MUZZIES!!! !chuds

My abs hurt from hurling and I cut off my beard 5 hours in, also put my rosary in the wash by accident with the sheets and it broke (@Corinthian ). When will muzzies stop persecuting us Christians in Europe? !catholics

Historians will describe this as the inciting incident for the rise of the far right in my house when analyzing the writing of my manifesto "Mein Kebapf".

Before / after:

The girl will not likely pass. But everything is "going to go" near the wound site. She will be held for four+ days and the cost for this emergency trip, should it go to plan, will verge on $7,000. Added to the $5k I've spent on her so far and I'm up a fricking creek here!

I'll probably be offline seething. Pray for my momma Sheila...

!animalposters !cats !catholics

Pray pray pray pray omg prayyy

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!animalposters !cats !catholics

These are today's vibes

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Sorry @gaslamper that this isn't a vlog, but I feel as if this is enough of a mini-blog to at least get something hopefully.

A lot of you have been following my recent obsession with getting a chastity cages, well I finally got one and can give you first hand experience on how it feels.

So I ordered my chastity cage from LockedInLust, which was recommended to me by @xa15428

I ended up choosing this one!

It's a cute pink resin cage that they recommend for beginner, only downside was it only came in two sizes, normal and small, can you guess which one I chose

It's was $50ish dollars, $65 total since I payed for 4-7 day shipping.

It came in 7 day exactly, which I was pretty happy about since I assumed 4-7 day meant business days only.

The packaging was very discrete, while the mailing stuff wasn't super professionally taped on, it didn't give away anything and just said it was "plastic parts for assembly. So no weird looks at the post office when I picked it up

It came with 4 different base rings sizes, and the cage itself, alongside 2 keys. It also came in this very pretty drawstring bag which I am still using to hold the extra base rings.

Getting this thing on is simple but a pain in the butt for me personally. If you don't know, this is how you have to put it on.

First you have to put the base ring through your ballsack, which can take a bit of fiddling around but isn't too bad.

Then you have to take you flaccid peepee and fold it into yourself so you can have it pass through the base ring and into the base ring, which can be tough if your like me and get turned on by the sight of a chastity cage.

After that you can put the 2nd "cage" part of the device on the base ring and you use a locking mechanism (key for most cases) to "fuse" these two together and create an non-removeable cage.

But the issue with the last part is you have to do so much manhandling with your peepee that by the time you get it though the base ring, you have played with it so much that it's not completely soft and you have to wait for it to get flaccid again for a second time.

It took me roughly 2 hours to get my cage on properly the first time, since I keep getting to hasty and impatient when it came to waiting for it to be flaccid enough to lock, and keep not putting enough time and care into properly getting the base ring on the full way

Overall once I got this sucker on though I am very happy with how it feels, it is noticeable enough to constantly remind me of it, but not heavy enough to feel like it burdens me. In fact I feel like after I while I may forget it's on lol.

Anyways, the hottest part of the cage right now for me is actually having to pee in it, since it feels so humiliating and different from what I am use to, who knows, I may have to start sitting down to do it.

As for my plans with how long I want to keep it on, it's simple, as long as possible.

I would still have to take it off the shave every week (thanks Native American genetics), but besides that I want to learn how to c*m in it, especially without any toys.

I have also brought up the possibility of a virtual keyholder for my cage, which could be a user in this very forum ,

@Shellshock would have the first dibs on it though since he asked me first but I haven't confirmed if they actually want to and I have no idea what that would entail yet (would I have to do tasks to get unlocked for a bit?)

Edits keep breaking! I meant to put this as proof!

I feel sad and sick. My head hurts and my body has low grade aches. I feel depressed, which is weird because I don't suffer from depression or any mental illness, and I'm naturally a positive person.

I don't know if the headache and body aches is making me feel depressed, but I feel like crying and feel like what's the point of life right now. Like why bother with anything at all? I don't want to die I just suddenly feel like life is very pointless and gay. I want out of this lame simulation.

edit 3 hours later: my headache feels even worse now,

Sick as heck and going to work today after an almost all-nighter. Fml.

!cuteandvalid

I'm sick send maids

Bottom text.

!animalposters !cats !catholics

Good morning, black fridayyy! It was this day last week that the medical madness began. Bless up.

!animalposters !cats !catholics

No it's not the neighbor (it may be the neighbor, but why lie???). I can't reveal more sensitive info at this time.

Tired. Sick. Broke. Let us pray

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the dream (nightmare) started out in the interrogation room of @carpathianflorist, portrayed as a fat and balding white middle aged american lardmaxxer who was basically the emperor of the world. he had found out i was responsible for sheltering a black man (i would never do this irl btw) charged for a bank robbery he committed long ago. he spared me but sentenced the other man who immediately broke down crying on the floor. i asked the man why he was so upset about an rdrama permaban, to which carp replied that he hadn't given him a permaban, but had sentenced the BIPOC to be hanged from the top of the awesome evil emperor tower which the interrogation room was located in. carp, essentially being the hitler of this universe, had a righthand man equivalent to himmler, @Patsy, who was in charge of hangings, executions and the like, but he wasn't showing up for work that day. as we were waiting for him to arrive, carp said something like "while we're waiting for patsy, let me tell you something funny about him..." which i immediately laughed at, simply due to how chronically online patsy is, remembering that he already had 30 posts and 200 comments on a 3-day old alt, but carp continued "earlier today when i was at work (playing fishing games on his office computer), i heard someone mention the name patsy, and then immediately two gay men entered the room, the fps in my game doubled and i caught the biggest fish i ever caught".

thats where it cuts off. there were more events and details in the dream before this scene but nothing about it was relevant to rdrama (mostly naval combat for some reason?). my mom always said every dream carries its own purpose for survival but im honestly left scratching my head after this one. maybe patsy is the messiah of gay people and fishing games? !schizomaxxxers WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS MEAN??

Our girl is finally resting well today. She must be exhausted and in pain we can only take off her cone while she's asleep. She's been eating kibble for the first time in over a week now today, too!

Have a blessed day!

!animalposters !cats !catholics

I'm pretty happy about this, it pretty much made my day

So me and my kid were going to pick up my fiancé from the dentist. Well all of a sudden this old white b-word in an SUV takes off like a drag racer from a stop sign and cuts in front of me, then slows down to 20 miles an hour. I didn't have a stop sign. It's a one way road, she only had to look one way to not cut someone off, but whatever. I'm not actually that mad.

Anyways, I was about to turn anyways so I'm making jokes about women and driving to my son. The one way street me and old b-word are on turns into a two way street. She has the right of way and no stop sign. There is someone across from her approaching trying to turn left who has to yield to her, there is someone approaching to her left with a stop sign waiting on her. Old b-word has her right blinker on. Should be no problem.

Well she stops. Ok… but then she doesn't go, I've waited several seconds behind the stopped lady with a right blinker on. Even if she thought she has a stop sign, she stopped first before the other two people. It's her turn.

I honk. You can see it scares her a bit and I'm sure I was smiling or laughing.

It looks like she gets the hint and begins to move, then I'm assuming she tried to brake check me lol. This is a 55+ year old grey haired old lady with the skinny mayo granny face. She stops all of a sudden, no one else is moving, so I honk again. Well now she turns left with her right blinker on.

I'm really not even mad , I'm finding this all more funny by the second. So she goes left, I go left and she pulls over. Figured she was just trying to get her old lady bearings together. Siri was probably confused she wasn't following directions. Well then she pulls behind me. I stop at a stop sign ( that's where you are supposed to stop ) and she lays on the horn behind me. Like I said, not mad. I did the Texas rolling stop so I was half way through the intersection before her old lady reflexes managed to hit the horn, so I'm laughing at her failing in every way.

I'm already parked at the dentist which is right on the other side of the intersection before granny pulls away from the stop sign. I open the door and sort of glare at her but granny is not playing. She is waving and yelling at me in her car. This is hilarious, I can't wait to go in and tell my fiancé about this. I'm only going in since my dentist was my soccer coach since I was like 4-18 years old and hasn't seen my baby yet. He was busy so we all leave. I'm telling my fiancé about the crazy lady and asking if she heard the honking

Well the old lady is back! She is parked all crooked in the parking lot and I guess she saw us come out and ran back to her car. Idk if she was going to key me or write a passive aggressive white woman note.

I'm in the middle of asking about the honking and I'm like, "That crazy b-word came back!"

She was going the same way I was so I just followed her lol. Her car managed to go faster than 20 then, surprisingly

Anyways, I was hoping she called the cops on me so I could troll cops.

!burgers, why do we let old white women drive?

Transitioning was the biggest mistake of my life and I will be suing my doctors.

Previous post:

https://rdrama.net/h/personal/post/301403/i-am-trans-now

I have instantly become a MILF.

I have also earned all other Women's lived experiences and hence the ability to accuse all moids of mansplaining.

Update:

https://rdrama.net/h/personal/post/301404/i-have-now-detransitioned

Lately, I've been grappling with a significant decision—the decision to start medication (🌸⊙︿⊙). It's not something I took lightly (🌸^︿^), as I initially believed I should be able to manage my mental health without it. However, a recent depressive episode, though brief, brought me face-to-face with an unsettling existential question: What is the point of it all? (🌸⊙﹏⊙)💭

This episode wasn't about a desire to end things, but a profound exhaustion (🌸｡T_T｡), a weariness that comes from constantly striving to improve in areas where I feel stuck—relationships, work, hobbies (🌸ᴗ_ᴗ). The frustration compounds, leading me to feel like I'm broken for not being able to enjoy life like others seem to (🌸｡•︿•｡).

My psychiatrist recommended medication, and while I logically understand it could help (🌸•ᴗ•) I felt uneasy (🌸⊙.⊙). Then, a friend's comment, influenced by their psychologist girlfriend, struck a nerve (🌸◣◢)💢. Though well-intentioned, it echoed the doubts I already had (🌸｡>﹏<｡). Was I taking the easy way out by using medication? Was I not working hard enough on myself? (🌸◡︿◡)💭

As I've reflected more on this, I realized something profound (🌸^‿^)✨: my reaction to their comment was less about what they said and more about my own internal struggles (🌸⊙_⊙)🧠. My history of placing my self-worth on others—the result of growing up in an unstable, emotionally charged environment—has shaped how I process decisions like this (🌸⊙︿⊙). I grew up trying to control my environment, particularly in relation to my mother's unpredictable emotional states (🌸｡T_T｡), and I learned early on that my well-being was tied to pleasing others (🌸◉︿◉). It was a survival mechanism, but it left me disconnected from my own needs (🌸｡•︿•｡).

Now, as I try to figure out what I want from life (🌸^▽^)🌀, it feels like a daunting, almost impossible task (🌸⊙﹏⊙). How can I untangle myself from the patterns of my past and start looking inward? I've been reading and reflecting on this, realizing that much of my self-worth has been placed in the hands of others (🌸◉﹏◉)✨o💭. But now, it's time to reclaim that for myself (🌸☆‿☆)🌟.

Exploring What Brings Me Joy

One thing I do know is that certain activities make me happy (🌸^‿^)🧡. They've been a part of my life for so long, offering comfort and escape (🌸^‿^)🌸. But here's the dilemma: they've also become a coping mechanism, and I don't want to lean too heavily on them (🌸⊙︿⊙). I believe I'm managing them in a healthy way now—balancing them with other responsibilities—but still, there's a part of me that questions if it's enough (🌸｡•︿•｡). Are they just another way to avoid the deeper issues I need to confront? (🌸⊙_⊙)💭

Another interest of mine feels passive, like I'm just consuming content rather than engaging with something that fosters personal growth. While I enjoy watching, it doesn't feel fulfilling in the way I want it to (🌸◡︿◡). It's almost like I'm still looking outward, not inward (🌸⊙︿⊙)💭.

And here's where things get tricky (🌸･_･)💧: I know these activities bring me joy (🌸◔‿◔)🧡, but they don't seem to touch the deeper part of me that I'm searching for (🌸ᴗ_ᴗ)🌧️. They don't answer the bigger questions of Who am I? What do I want? (🌸o︿o)🍃💭

Looking for Small Steps

This is where I realize the importance of small steps—of being present with the things I already enjoy (🌸^‿^)🧡, like my hobbies, and asking myself why they make me happy (🌸^▽^)💭. Maybe this isn't about finding a grand, all-encompassing passion right now, but rather about reconnecting with myself through the things I already do (🌸☆‿☆), albeit in a more intentional way (🌸^‿^)📝.

Philosophically, this process feels like peeling back layers of conditioning, societal expectations, and self-imposed narratives to uncover the raw, unfiltered me (🌸^‿^). It's both terrifying and freeing to acknowledge that I don't have all the answers—and maybe I never will (🌸｡>﹏<｡)💭. But I can start by listening more closely to what resonates within me, not outside of me (🌸☆‿☆)🌟.

In a way, this whole process of reflection feels like I'm standing at the edge of something vast and unknown (🌸⊙_⊙)🌀. I can't see the whole path, but I can start with the first step: giving myself permission to explore without needing to have it all figured out (🌸•ᴗ•)🧡✨.

For now, I'll focus on what's in front of me (🌸^‿^)✨, reflecting on the emotions that surface and trying not to rush toward solutions (🌸◉‿◉)🧘‍♀️. Instead, I'll let myself be with the uncertainty, and allow the answers to reveal themselves in their own time (🌸☆‿☆)🌟.

Marsey