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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.

Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)

Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.

Buy Me a Coffee’s to-go cup doodle but with the words “One a month club”.

The bathroom at Stumptown Coffer Roasters at the Ace Hotel in Portland.

The Worst-Ever Bathroom For Sensory Processing

I don’t seem to have the same degree of sensory issues as do other people writing about their autism, but I felt the need to mention that this bathroom pushed nearly every wrongful sensory button. The curved floor, the tiny and perpetually-repeated tiles, the lighting, and the infinitely-regressing smoky mirrors all combined to make me feel like the room was constantly in motion. Leaving this bathroom was like walking off a ferry (I seriously cannot ride ferries) and needing to get one’s legs back. It’s quite possibly the single most nightmarish room I have ever been in.

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Originally published to medium.com by Bix Frankonis. Comments and replies by email are welcome.