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What is cisgender?

A fart is a very pleasant thing,
It gives the belly ease,
It warms the bed in winter
And suffocates the fleas.
A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful,
Poisonous cloud
A fart can be short,
Or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known To sound like a song......
A fart can create
A most curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
Or silent, and deadly.
A fart might not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly,
Or linger a while......
A fart can occur in a number of places,
And leave everyone there,
With strange looks on their faces.
.
From wide-open prairie,
To small elevators,
A fart will find all of us sooner or later.
But are all farts bad,
Is simply not true.
We must never forget...
Sweet old farts like you!

I remember the times when I told my mum I was staying at a friend's house but I was actually dying of alcohol poisoning in a field somewhere.

Blah... I don't want to get up early and go to a parade tomorrow. I want to sleep in and then watch a movie or practice the guitar, or do something that won't involve lots of people and noise. But it will be good practice for my service-dog-in-training, so I have to

Not knowing what to think. I don't know if my bad mood turned a good moment bad, or if it was just my nature. I hope I don't sugar-coat things when I talk about myself. I'd rather people have an accurate picture.

I may never understand caring about people only when one needs someone to care about, although I may also do the same thing without knowing it.

If I try to be too logical, I lose all basis for any certainty when it comes to human relationships. Of course, going on instinct has not produced meaningful positive results.

Hope virtually guarantees more suffering, but I don't like the feeling of giving up on it. It's like living under a constant threat, from myself.

I want to let things be as they are, but there's so much I constantly fail to appreciate.

Salesman came to my door trying to sell me a service I already receive and I'm quite happy with, and I told him so.
He talked and talked and suggested I use his service instead because it was better, but when he showed me the plan, I kept pointing out flaws, of which there were a few.
But he kept arguing that it was better even though it really wasn't.
He even showed me the "easy" online ordering, then admitted it was confusing.
When I finally convinced him I wasn't interested, he went away saying something out loud which I couldn't quite catch but it didn't sound very friendly.

So dad can't tell me when or where we're going away, because he hasn't decided.

But apparently he can tell twitter exactly when and where, because he actually has.

It's ok man, not like I need this information to process in advance.
Your twitter is pathetic by the way, a window on your narcissism and insecurities (and you have no idea).
God I can't stand him at the moment.

I find it odd that there are specific words to distinguish the "norm".
Cisgender male means you're male and you feel male.
As opposed to "male" which could mean anything.
Everyone else in the world is fine and can describe themselves with the words provided.
That's great.

Stand back while I wrestle with myself.

"Pass on your postcode, you're not properly addressed without it"

I've never been hit over the head with a rolling pin.

I've been hit with a spade, a steel toecap boot, a fire extinguisher and a baseball bat (not all on the same day).

But never a rolling pin.