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The point of a police force is to protect the public safety.

If, again and again, police forces are threats to the very public safety they are supposed to protect, we might start asking whether there is something wrong with the whole model of policing that we are using, and whether a different kind of force, with different rules, different personnel, a different culture, and an entirely different attitude toward the communities they serve might be necessary.

Because what we have isn't working.

I love the grey spreading through my hair, the cracks around my eyes. It softens my edges, makes it easier to hide. The spreading hips make the lust fade from their eyes. The soothing tones become motherly, not that "smoky" tone that maybe got me into some trouble at times. Now it's something they want to trust. Lol.

Chillin' to a relaxing virtual walk through Manhattan in the rain, wondering why there's a paddywagon labeled "traffic" casually parked on the side of the road.

But for me, my chest clenches when I hear about a small language that's been wiped out in favor of English or Russian or Spanish or Mandarin, when I see people abandoning their traditional attire for western clothes, their traditional cooking for fast food, their beliefs and gods for Communism or Christianity or whatever other dress Westernism has put on.
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By the way, just in case this helps someone…

COOKING — creativity is okay.

BAKING — best to stick to the recipe (though you can adjust the sugar amount to personal taste)

BREAD — wait for the right weather conditions and be one confident and assertive mofo because dough can *feel* it when you aren’t. A blood sacrifice probably helps. Trust the gods.

PASTRY — your god is dead, the god of gluten and madness is risen, abandon all hope ye who enter here.

Wait. I have this eyebrow that raises slightly when I am anxious, I can't control it. I just realized it means if I'm around people who concern me, just realized it means I get "resting sarcastic face". Omgs. That's why they thought I was aloof and intimidating, because social anxiety WOW *click*

Picking up this guitar again reminds me of how many times in my youth I fell in love with guitarists before it finally clicked in my 30s that no, I just wanted to play guitar. I wonder how many mistakes could have been avoided (and how good I would be by now) if I had figured that out earlier, during a time in my life where I could dedicate more time to hobbies.

From my evening walk before classes.

May there be calm, space, and opportunities to reframe tough perspectives in your lives this week. ❤️

You are cordially invited to stop doomscrolling and join me in enjoying this flutterby I found on my walk home from recording. 🦋

Yay, the Pom that needs a home that lives in another state still might need us! Because I need four of them! The noise cancelling headphones will never be enough and I'm all "Aww, the pup named Romeo has a silhouette that looks like a heart". I'm a cat person, this man literally has a dream of owning a Pom rescue, I guess it's starting 😍

Wow. Why are we still at 52.94% funded this late in the month? Donating the cost of 2 or 3 cups of coffee here does far more than giving it to that Seattle company.

One of my favorite, "It's evening, let's turn it off" activities is watching Murder She Wrote and gasping at misogyny, but it's kind of fun and heartwarming because they always did it by challenging the status quo with such brave new tropes as "competent law enforcement officer who happens to have breasts".

Bowie the Pomeranian is singing along to Stevie Nicks with me, so I better switch albums and start singing a countdown to space.

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Gemma Sarracenia

CounterSocial is the first Social Network Platform to take a zero-tolerance stance to hostile nations, bot accounts and trolls who are weaponizing OUR social media platforms and freedoms to engage in influence operations against us. And we're here to counter it.