THC [they/them]

was gonna write a bio but then I got high

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Cake day: July 8th, 2022

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  • When I was 6, my alcoholic aunt made this pudding spiked with rum. Think pudding shots, but a big bowl of it.

    Thanksgiving in my family was always self serve, as in they’d put all the food on a folding table and everyone loads up their plates with what they want, buffet style. I’ve been told that this is a strange way of doing it, let me know if you think so. Anyway, this big bowl of delicious looking homemade chocolate pudding was not marked as alcoholic, and I had no idea. No one told me about it or said not to eat the pudding. So I ate some. A lot. Like a big fucken bowl of it and then some more.

    It was delicious! I didn’t recognize the taste of rum, but the astringency of it and my small range of taste experience made me think it was some strange variety of mint, and I loved it.

    Soon enough I started to feel a little weird, and thought I ate too much (I did) and went and tearfully told my mom how I ate too much and got a tummy ache. She could smell the alcohol on my breath, and immediately went to check the pudding.

    Turns out my aunt didn’t tell anyone about the alcohol in the pudding! So that made my mom very angry at my aunt, but I was preoccupied with how I felt. Despite the upset stomach, I was vibing and having a good time, and feeling a lot more social than normal and was living it up with the rest of the kids when before I was eating pudding alone in the corner.

    TLDR, I ate a ton of unmarked pudding shots and got wasted for the first time at the age of 6, and enjoyed it.


  • My mom has a similar story from when she was around 16. She got home late from a friend’s house and once she got in her bedroom, she saw a man standing right outside her window and jerking off. She said her dad had to point a shotgun at his face before he finally took off. It took about an hour for the cops to get there because (rural area in the 70s) and of course by then they were no help. After that, they installed metal bars in all the windows in the house, and got blackout drapes. And my grandpa always kept a loaded shotgun on top of a cabinet in the living room afterwards.





  • I’m not particularly great with computers. I get along just fine with windows, it does everything I need it to do. And I have more than 2 decades of experience with it so when it does give me a problem I generally know how to solve it. That’s about the scope of my computer skill. I don’t know how code works. None of the issues I have with windows are significant enough for me to dedicate a lot of my free time to learning about Linux. Even the privacy issues because I live in America lol. Trying to maintain absolute privacy is a joke here, my doctor’s office sells my info to advertisers! Not to mention my android phone, my partner’s iPhone, my upstairs neighbor’s Alexa, etc etc etc. Overhauling my computer to stop windows from collecting selling info isn’t going to do that much for me, from my view.