This is powerful. Thanks to @nprofile1q... for making me aware. 😊 :trans_heart:

Thousands attend London Trans+ Pride 2026 march

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cvgv1v084j0o

I hate to do posts that seem like sort of humblebrags designed to cynically drive engagement. This isn't that. But.... this bears saying. I was in a situation yesterday - an all day training course - with a lot of people who are trying to make the world better. People at the cutting edge of social justice. As left wing as it gets. There was shouting, fists in the air and people referring to one another as comrade. All walks of life were in representation. But. In one of the exercises - a scenario with role play - there was a clear example of a non-gendered person, and people just could not understand that instead of referring to a female-coded name, they should be referring to them as they/them instead of she/her. I found myself the only person in a group of maybe 30 people who had to openly and vocally say - no, it's they/them. It is not her/she(bar). No one really understood and I had to say 'sorry everyone, but this person isn't gendered' and they all looked at me like I was mental and carried on referring to the person in the female gender. I did it like 4 times. Do people in the wider universe (ie. Not Fedi or my brain) not understand this? I feel like in 2026 this isn't some kind of ineffable concept. Am I weird? I don't feel like I am (well I definitely am, but not in this) and it's not *that* difficult to understand? I was going to start calling the he's she's and the she's he's in the group to drive the point home, but thought that might be a step too far. Hopefully I made my point and they'll (THEY'LL) think about it later. But, dudes. If you can fight the good fight for the people, you can at least understand some people are non-binary?

This is apparently a 'tea tin' and I've been told to stop saying that 'grandad is in there'

I don't mean to seem horribly repressed, but people that walk about pushing babies in buggies - don't they know we're all thinking the same thing - we all know that they've *whisper* had s e x

HIVE MIND!

I am trying to get a piece of custom jewellery made for my daughter. I am looking for a local independent person to set a stone in reclaimed silver for a necklace. The person I found has withdrawn because they're too busy and I can't find anyone else! I'm looking in Bromley, Croydon region. I realise this is a long shot but wondered if you might be able to help. What I DON'T want is someone who's based in London who ALSO covers Bromley or Croydon. What I DON'T want is an established jewellery shop. What I ideally want is a struggling artist, working from home, who would genuinely benefit from a commission and who wouldn't mind me shouting about them.

Thank you very much indeed. 😊❤️

Went into my Beige Party advanced settings earlier and there was a button that simply said DO NOT PUSH. I do hope it wasn't for anything important.

Call me Dr Shark. Or Professor Shark. Or whatever it is you call Scientists. Reverend? My Liege? Full disclosure I am totally a shark Scientist and I know this I am just testing you in case you don't know.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cly9yyj829ro

I'm living life like an eccentric elderly lady and I'm not sorry

All science is made up. I reckon this is just a monkey who looks a bit different from his mates. But underneath they're all just monkeys. You can't say this ones got orange lips he's a new monkey. A secret orange lip monkey never before discovered. Maybe he's just had whatever monkeys have for cheese puffs. Monkeypuffs. What am I talking about.

New monkey species with orange lips discovered in forests of DR Congo

https://news.sky.com/story/new-monkey-species-with-orange-lips-discovered-in-forests-of-dr-congo-13563944

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I DID A RUN

It was very very hot. It was very very good and positive and I feel terrific. You know when you feel good and everything just seems to fall into place.... That's right this is a new me. I am a positive Peter now. That's my whole vibe. Finished my run and felt great. Car wouldn't start. Totally dead. Told everyone not to worry and I'd sort it out. Tried calling a mechanic friend but no response. No matter. I would simply leave the car and walk home and sort it out tomorrow night. But then..... from the only other car for miles around emerges a man. A man with the air of capability and knowledge. He produces a battery starter. Says don't worry about things and that he'll sort it out. Does all the wirey stuff and tells me to turn it over. Starts immediately. He's then gone. Vanishes in a puff of smoke. Did I imagine him? Was it..... an angel? Probably. I've been chosen by the heavens. No big deal. Turns out I'm the chosen one. Just FYI.

Not saying I'm tired from my new job but at lunchtime I went and had a little sleep in the park (like the good old days). I was very tired and a bit hot and stressed on the way home and had to go to the shops for the kids because I've apparently raised them incapable of looking after themselves, then proceeded to have a heated argument with 19 about sanitary products (FYI menstruators, 'just get the blue one' is insufficient information when there are literally infinite choices) and then as I got to the till hot and bothered, and was trying to load my bag EFFICIENTLY, I put my extra large organic cucumber right through the foil top of my coconut yoghurt. It went everywhere. And then the kindly woman at the counter insisted on taking the cucumber off me and vigorously cleaning off the globs of white yoghurt all over it. Everyone looked at me and I'm pretty sure I'm now on a register for sex-vegetables or whatever. I now have to do CHORES and would quite like to sit down. I hope you are having a tremendous evening and didn't also accidentally end up in a porno. 👍