maybe intrinsically knowing the different between seals and sealions is a growing up coastal PNW privilege bc it pisses me off so bad when people mistake them. like clearly one is a cute sweet aquarium or dockside surprise who goes banana mode and the other is the size of a fucking SUV and yells at you and it owns the docks next to the boats and no one can make them leave because they’re afraid
if you’ve never encountered wild sea lions irl: it feels like you’re about to be mugged because they have ALL figured out that Humans Buy And Own Food
Time for a Proper Pinned Post (PPP)!
My name is Jinx. You can call me that or Cosmo. Any pronouns. I am not as old and crotchety as I act, but I’m still a full-grown adult.
If you like my music, want to support my top-surgery dreams, or are simply feeling generous, you can donate to my ko-fi.
Some other words that describe me: music nerd, language lover, accidental philosopher, avid autodidact, professional translator, writer for love, (former) editor for money, feminist, queer, kink-positive, neurodivergent. I’m pretty anachronistic.
Some of my favorite tags I often use on this blog can be found attached to this post. Enjoy!
(also: I’m the leftist-socialist-anarchist type. Free Palestine, BLM, ACAB, FCK NZS, FCK AFD, you get the idea. Not a fan of TERFs or Zionists. I have no DNI.)
