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Oh I'm the opposite - I'm not a very good cook because I don't enjoy doing it. I'm pretty good with flavors because I'm not afraid of seasonings, but my knife skills are bordering on Worst Cook in America levels. The abuse I have wrought upon poor, innocent, delicious onions is a crime.

Also, if you like the fried onions, have you seen the jalapeno version? So good. I've started putting them on everything.

I'm the worst about this. My mom and I will try a new restaurant and I'll be talking about "oh this needs acid, that's the perfect amount of heat, blah blah." Meanwhile, I'm over here "cooking" noodles with a pile of kimchi every other day because that's all I ever have in the fridge.

Definitely don't do what I do, which is to shut down entirely, pretend it doesn't bother you, and completely close the door on any future relationships until you've gotten so used to being alone that you probably couldn't allow another person in even if you wanted to. Super healthy stuff! Honestly, being able to express that you're sad and hurt is good. It hurts and it can feel unbearable, but it means you're still feeling things. The last time I coped in a healthy way, I wanted to wallow in bed (and I did, some) but I made myself get up and do small things I enjoyed. Nothing big that required a lot of effort, just things like going to get lunch with my mom or taking a walk with a friend. It was distracting enough to ease the pain, and showed that my whole life wasn't over because of a break up. The only other thing that helped was time.

Throwing your phone in the lake is genuinely good advice, at least as far as mental health is concerned. Probably don't kiss birds, gently or otherwise, these days, though.

I hoped for a minute...

I'm very un-photogenic. I wish my mom would replace any pictures of me with our dog, who is a scruffy, chaotic angel.

I came out when I was 14 - 26 years ago (albeit as bisexual, because I didn't know the right words yet) and I felt safe enough to do it because I knew my parents would be supportive, but in the broader world, what I mostly got was, "you're saying that for attention," and a lot of gross comments from teenage boys, and that was far less awful than what queer boys got, if they were even able to be out. And then Matthew Shepard was killed the next year a couple of hours from where I lived and it was like oh fuck, maybe I'll just stick to boys because it's not as safe as I thought.

I know kids aren't always safe now, either, and no one in the LGBTQ+ community is safe in many parts of the world, but it really is so different already. We just have to make sure they know how much better it is, and how much better it still could be, and don't get complacent, because we could be back to hiding the love(s) of our lives very quickly.

Love that for him. He should be fired out of a cannon into the sun, but I'll settle for this, I guess.

I'm flying overseas in September, and I checked a few weeks ago. Thankfully, no Boeings for any of it. I've already become an anxious flyer the older I get (and my last transatlantic flight made an emergency landing, though it was because of a passenger's bad behavior), so the last thing I need is another thing to stress about.

Well definitely the former. Maybe also the latter, because that seems like aiding and abetting.

Coffee, hash browns, eggs. Then I spend my remaining money on hot sauce or green chile.

Look, ACAB and all, but I would have to citizen's arrest anybody doing this.