Friday, October 30, 2015

Finger Puns

     I am working with a lovely Trans-girl for a short series on my blog. Have you ever had a question for a Trans-person? Here is your chance to ask! Leave a comment here, tweet me @whenalionsleeps or email me at Please note that we can only accept questions up until this following Sunday because the interview post will go live Monday at midnight (Arizona time)!

     I think these texts are from sometime last year, but its between Sissi and myself. Enjoy.

P.S. It seemed appropriate-ish because of the mention of coffins. I don't have any Halloweeny things right now.


Monday, October 26, 2015

Just A Reminder

     I am working with a lovely trans-girl for an interview post. Do you have any questions for her? Comment here, tweet me @whenalionsleeps, or send me an email at to be included! I'll give you full credit for the questions!

     Don't lie to anybody. The truth will eventually come out and they will be more hurt by the lie, which will ruin their trust for you, than if you had told them the truth in the beginning.

     Don't send anyone hate, online or in real life. There are enough hateful people out there. You should be one of the nice ones that make everyone want to stick around for one more day.

     Stick around. Put down that weapon. You're here for a reason so you should make the best of your life and do some good in the world.

     Don't you dare hurt yourself. There are enough people in the world who could hurt you so you should be one to protect yourself from those people.

     Eat right. This not only means that you have to eat your veggies, but it means that you actually have to eat in general. You won't be around to see your grandkids graduate if you starve yourself.

     Tell your friends and family and pets that you love them. As sad as it is, you never know if you'll ever get the chance again. Make sure that they know you love them, even if you're angry.

     Remember to breath. Take deep breaths when you're stressed out and breath slowly when you're starting to panic.

     You are loved, by far more people than you will ever know and so much that it is impossible to describe. You are so loved. Please remember that.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

This Low MothaFucka

Updated to add: I am teaming up with a trans-girl for a post in which I interview her. If you have any questions you would like me to ask her please either comment, tweet me @whenalionsleeps, or email me at and be sure to leave a link so I can credit you for the question(s)!

     First of all, let me start off with an update on Cashew the hamster (or if you follow me on twitter, #CashewTheHamster because I tweet so much I had to give him his own hashtag).

     He's still alive. Unfortunately, he lost an eye. Before my boyfriend could stop him about two weeks ago, Cashew took a running leap off of him, bounced off the coffee table, and landed on the floor. I honestly believe my boyfriend was more traumatized than the hamster was. Cashew is adjusting fine to his one good eye, but you do have to be careful to move on the side with the eye or he'll freak out if he doesn't see you coming. He also likes chewing on the metal wires of his cage so I got him extra toys and treats to make him stop. If all else fails, I may have to buy an aquarium for him instead. He seems perfectly happy though.

     Secondly, let me warn you that this post isn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows because I got seriously pissed off a few days ago.

     There's this twitter account called @depressionarmy that tries to show that people are not alone in their mental illnesses and tries to offer support in numbers. Every so often, they'll ask you to tweet a picture (if you're so willing) with something encouraging to say. Sometimes it's your story, sometimes its what you've been through, sometimes it's just to say that you're not going to let other people suffer alone.

     Twice, I've tweeted with a picture and a tweet based around the topic. Because I know what an absolute bitch depression is to deal with, especially when you think you're alone. The first time, nothing crazy happened, but I did get an overwhelming amount of retweets and around ten new followers. The second time...

     Well, the first time, several people tweeted me and offered support and friendship. I've tweeted back and forth with a few of those people because they seem genuinely nice. One of those people has given me advice on how to stop Cashew from chewing the cage and another one owes me pictures of her ridiculous amount of cats (because holy crap, cats).

     The second time, I was a little more prepared with what to expect. Only this time, I got a couple of DM's. One was very nice, offering support. The other simply thanked me for following him back and wished me luck in the future and nice words. I responded to both, thanking them, because I can be nice sometimes. Only the first one responded, but that was fine and I didn't mind chatting back a little bit because the whole point of it is to be like, "Yo, its okay to talk to people and be nice and support other people because sometimes it's really needed" and I didn't want to be a complete dick to somebody who could quite possibly have crippling anxiety or depression.

     I'm not going to go into great detail of this conversation, but it was all very friendly and innocent. Apparently he lives in the same state so I asked about that general area, since I don't really go anywhere. We talked about TV. Just things like that. At one point, he said he was bored and that he wished he had a cute girl to talk to, but what a shame that I was taken.

     Excuse me?

     I knew where this was going to go, but I tried to brush it off because I didn't want to just assume he was being an asswipe either. So I brushed it off and changed the subject. I barely even acknowledged what he said (which is also what I do when people compliment me in real life- a quick thank you and then a sudden change in topic because how the hell do you handle that?).

     I did warn him that I am very temperamental though because I just knew where this was going and I wanted him to have a chance to back out. I was trying to make him knock his crap off so I wouldn't have to verbally tear him apart.

     Then he said, "That must mean you're good in bed."

     Excuse me?

     I straight out said, "Okay, that was too far" and I started ignoring him. I was busy so I didn't have time to go block him with my laggy phone. The next thing I knew, I was getting DM's about how I must be a grandma and basically saying that I'm lame. I made time to block him after that, as I was walking into work.

     Here's the thing- creepy people exist, assholes exist, perverts exist.

     While his hitting on me made me uncomfortable, mostly because I'm in a relationship but also because of the way it was handled, that's not actually what made me mad. (Well, maybe, because I was very open about saying "I have a boyfriend whom I live with".)

     What really pisses me off is that his walking penis thought it would be morally okay to use somebody's mental illness against them. He thought he could just "support" whatever I may have been through because I might just put out for him. He thought he could be friendly and try to take advantage of a complete stranger.

     What really pisses me off is that he could seriously damage some people. Some girl may fall for it, think she's in love, and then be completely alone while he's out trying to add another notch to his headboard. That girl could have crippling anxiety, body image issues, trust issues, depression... You have no idea. And he has no idea that if he takes advantage of somebody on that level, they very well could kill themselves.

     Mentally, I'm fine. I don't really care, honestly. I don't care that he's a creep. I don't care that he's a pervert. The only thing I care about is the fact that somebody could sink so low as to try to take advantage over somebody's illness,

     Like bro, fuck you. With a cactus. In the asshole.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Making Room

     This is between Brother (also known as Tony), Sissi, and myself.

Thursday, October 1, 2015


     This is my hamster.

     His name his Cashew.

     This is how he got his name.

     He's smart but he's also kind of dumb because he sleeps under his water bottle.

     He doesn't bite unless you smell like food, but he does chew his cage like crazy. He's not very good at using his ball and doesn't really go anywhere, but he'll run right in when he has the chance. He has already shit on me, the bed, and the floor. He's very active when he's awake but that makes him more fun to play with.

     You can follow my Twitter for more hamster pictures and updates because I'm kind of obsessed with him.

     Can we all just give my boyfriend a round of applause, a high five, and a cookie for the best birthday present ever this year? Like, guys, for real. He did good.