I adore her. She's somehow me but slightly worse and I would die for her.

susan the loser this is susan. she is a loser. this is a comic about her.

This is a bizarrely deep pull, but for some godforsaken reason I'm imagining him jamming out an upbeat synthwave cover of *this* song on that little keyboard and sampler pad:

Things Like Abandonment (Songphase), by Richard Youngs and Simon Wickham-Smith

from the album 20 Years/SMIRR/Songphase/LIVE!!!!

Even setting aside the class stuff, I think there's a range of kinds of people who become therapists, with the chillest, most based people you're likely to meet at one end, and the most abject kind of ghoul imaginable at the other, and where you're going to land with one is a total crapshoot.

Me neither! Some people got fucking terminal brainworms.

(In brief: Same hat? Same hat!)

Weird dumb internecine bullshit fuelled by layers of misunderstandings (frankly on both sides) and the usual dogshit trans infighting leading to people winding up on stupid fucking blocklists. It's a bummer but this place can be Extremely Tumblr (in all senses) so I'm not shocked but I am sorry.

Same, same, always.

60 moon cycle later (1/3)