Michael 🏴‍☠️ Fleet @f1337@librem.one

@kyle
Ok so if I'm seeing the whole piece, it's really 1 massive PR that has all the backend changes. The rest appear to be UI tweaks. I am reading the big boi now.

@kyle created my source.puri.sm account. While I'm awaiting admin approval, are the deltas betw Smilodon & Mastodon covered in the list of merged PRs?

@kyle
Awesome, thank you, I'll start looking!

@kyle ok, I know it took me longer than you'd have liked ideally, but I'm entertaining the idea of contributing. My time is still madly limited, so I don't know that expecting anything is in order yet. But when I do get some time, how should I go about getting involved in contributing to Librem's Mastodon fork?

@saikoroparty

Have you read Gideon The Ninth? Lesbian necromancers in space. Anti-heroes, moral greys abound.

Is it just me, or are the *.cafe Mastodon instances bigot factories?

Every repulsive post I've read the past 2 weeks has come from a .cafe instance.

there is an addendum to the original Twitter thread, which i want to re-write before bringing over. and i'm spent from migrating over the "main" thread tonight. thank you for reading.

My wife wrote a story about our experience from her perspective. The story is called Dragonflies, and it is published in the anthology Three Minus One:

https://bookshop.org/p/books/three-minus-one-stories-of-parents-love-and-loss-brooke-warner/7727683?ean=9781938314803

We celebrate her birthday every year, with our 4 (!) living children.

And then there were the friends. I lost so. many. friends.

My grief and anger were "too much". I didn't recover fast enough. They changed the subject when I spoke about her.

(Oh, and the friends that stayed? We've since learned they're all neuro-divergent themselves.)

So it wasn't until a year or two ago, a full 10 years after we buried her, that I felt like I could even begin to grieve Mary Bernadette.

I'm still broken from holding it in for that long.

These experiences, immediately after we buried our daughter, made it clear to me that I was not allowed to grieve. I was/am the sole income earner (my wife wanted to home school, we're hippies). I couldn't drop the ball to grieve. I had to keep us housed, clothed, insured.

I stormed out, got coffee, went to our own home to grieve a bit. My wife's childhood friend calls to chew me out for leaving, as if I were abandoning/divorcing her "leaving", because that's what my in-laws were accusing me of, since I stormed out that morning. 🙄

We were too spent to take care of ourselves, so that night, we slept at my mother-in-law's. The next morning I got up, wife asleep, kid watching TV, and my mother-in-law, and *her* mother, immediately start telling me all the things I need to do to help my wife grieve & heal.