One way to tell when my particular actually-autistic feature set is being “worse” than usual (other than, you know, the obvious anxiety spikes) is that even the v-neck t-shirts feel like they are strangling me.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.