The Curbside Prophet
My name is Alyssa Mae.
I am a mid-twenties avid intersectional feminist, advocate, fighter, counselor, and friend. I will be graduating from Bucknell University in May with degrees in Psychology and Women’s & Gender Studies. I work with survivors of sexual assault and other trauma, and I fix computers for a living.
I often blog about what it is like to live at the intersections of a few different mental illnesses, queerness, and sexuality, along with posts about sexism, racism, rape culture, and LGBT rights. There is a trigger warning for these on my entire blog. You will see posts about depression, eating disorders, PTSD, panic disorder, and fat activism. This has been my safe space for four years now, and I reserve the right to ask you to leave it if necessary.
Welcome to my life.
I am a mid-twenties avid intersectional feminist, advocate, fighter, counselor, and friend. I will be graduating from Bucknell University in May with degrees in Psychology and Women’s & Gender Studies. I work with survivors of sexual assault and other trauma, and I fix computers for a living.
I often blog about what it is like to live at the intersections of a few different mental illnesses, queerness, and sexuality, along with posts about sexism, racism, rape culture, and LGBT rights. There is a trigger warning for these on my entire blog. You will see posts about depression, eating disorders, PTSD, panic disorder, and fat activism. This has been my safe space for four years now, and I reserve the right to ask you to leave it if necessary.
Welcome to my life.
Recent Tweets
@mizzlyssamae
Posts tagged "diane"
- Diane: ...do you really think that panda-pigs wouldn't eat bamboo?
- Diane: We should each get her half an animal and sew it together. A panda pig. A pig panda!
- Carina: Are you drunk?!
- Diane: Yesss
- Carina: I'm inviting this one...if she stops shining lasers into my eye.
- Alyssa: I'm shining it into your mouth!
- Carina: -shuts mouth-
- Alyssa: Open your mouthhhh
- Diane: That's what he said!
- Alyssa: Open your mouth so I can shine my laser into it, bby.
- Diane: You should write for the Big Bang Theory.
- Diane: Does anyone have a wire coathanger?
- Carina: Are you -pregnant-?!
- Diane: Do you like the background of the painting?
- Heather: The wood?
- Diane: That's the easel...
- Diane: Look at this picture first. Memorize it. Then go look at the painting in my room.
- Heather: What is it?
- Diane: It's wine!
- Heather: Oh! I thought it was a vagina. Then I thought it was a uterus.
- Heather: -goes into Diane's room- This doesn't look like a vagina, Diane!
8!
lyssamae Said:
Sentimental value.
Um.
Well, last night I rescued my blender that I left at the Brasserie. It came from my late uncle’s kitchen, so I guess that has sentimental value?
[ETA: My roommate is making fun of me for the blender being the first thing I think of. She’s a jerk.]
