One time my dad shaved his beard off and I couldn’t recognize him. I was, like, seven at the time, too. And I totally failed to recognize my mother in stage makeup a few times, too, at around the same age.

I think there’s probably a happy medium between ‘useless drunk guy’ and ‘useful member of society in a cult’, though. ou can probably be a useful member of society and NOT be in a cult, too.

Ugh. Dude, some tabloid wrote an article about the pregant transdude that was like, “he tried to kill himself twice! He’s unfit to be a parent!” Like, um, hello? He tried to commit suicide when he was *living as a female and probably feeling totally trapped in a life he didn’t want*. I fucking hate people sometimes. And also, what the fuck, if you ever try to commit suicide or deal with depression, you’re not qualified to be a parent? What the hell ever?

I swear to god, I have never seen maggots in my trash since then.