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"I think you've healed my ballet injuries enough for one day," Maddie giggled, smirking. "But I do have one teeny-weeny wittle wound that could use a pounding from your Theragun," she teased.

As their lips were about to meet, the physical therapy office door slammed open. There stood Maddie's father, looking furious. "What the hell is this?"

"Dad, it's not what it looks like," Maddie stammered, her cheeks burning as bright pink as her tutu.

James stood protectively in front of Maddie, his posture tense. "We were just-"

"I know what you are..." Mr. Stevens hissed. He slammed James against the Stairmaster "Balleraggot”

James hadn't heard that word in years. He was brought right back to PT academy, to the hate he had faced simply because of who he couldn't help but love. As his head hit the top step of the Stairmaster, he heard all the other familiar slurs, too: nutcracker, chasse chaser, plié-wad, and even tutu-fucker. He collapsed to the ground.

"And you..." He turned to his daughter, who'd broken into tears.

"Don't think for one fucking second that we didn't know. That's right, your mother knew, may she rest in peace. All those years at performing arts high school... any normal daughter would've healed from the occasional sprain. Imagine the shame you brought onto your chemotherapy mother when she had to explain to the Rotary Club why her daughter spent her entire senior year in PT. Throwing herself at every new physical therapist. Imagine the tears in your chemommy's eyes when we heard you in your bedroom, firing, up your Theragun for the fifth time on one of her last nights with us.”

"Leave your daughter alone, " James bellowed, tears streaming down his face as he slowly stood up.

"She's hardly my daughter now," Mr. Simmons laughed derisively.

"Make me.”

"Oh, I will." James cocked his Theragun.

The Brightest Light of Sunshine

Determined to walk away from a traumatic past, 22-year-old Grace Allen feels ready to take the next step in her healing journey—dipping a toe into the dating pool. Although she should probably start by making a friend or two, right?

Samuel ‘Cal’ Callaghan isn’t who she had envisioned as her first male friend in… well, forever. With an intimidating build, tattoos everywhere, eight years her senior, and a little sister under his care, the last thing she expected was to warm up to him so easily. As their friendship evolves, Grace can’t help but wonder if Cal is exactly who she’s been looking for all this time.

Cal can’t afford to lose sight of his priorities—making sure his tattoo parlor thrives and taking care of his little sister. Especially the latter. He wants to make sure 4-year-old Maddie has a healthy and happy childhood, despite their mother going off the rails and her father’s blatant neglect. There’s certainly no room for love in his life right now. But when a sweet blonde with a veiled past breaks down his walls, he finds it difficult to stick to his guns.

Amazing that putting pubic hair in your coworkers coffee is not a career killing move.

I guess, unlike Kavanaugh, to my knowledge Thomas has never raped anyone.

This is book 2 in a published series.

They’ve already massively cut off funding for public outreach, and a lot of firings across the board. This administration has absolutely fucked over NASA already.

Trans men will be told to use the women’s, and then get the shit beaten out of them.

This study is taking place in West Africa. They are denying children Hep B vaccinations when something like a tenth of the population has Hep B.

This is like the Tuskegee study, but worse.

Seriously, fuck the CIA for fake vaccines in Pakistan.

They aren’t going to stop with children. They’ve spent years poisoning the well, telling people that doctors are lopping off children’s penises. They’ve lied about how trans health care works, to the point where your average person believes at least a few of the lies.

This kind of attack will be read by hospitals as a threat to anyone providing care for adults as well. The ultimate goal is to criminalize all trans existence.

Imagine modeling the components of a word mathematically. Each word has a value in some number of dimensions, like maybe how negative the word is, or how much it has to do with fruit or something.

You’d be able to calculate a set of eigenvectors to describe each dimension, basically unit vectors. You could have an eigen-name or eigen-compliment, basically just a word that other names or compliments could be expressed in units of that word.

I think 1984’s Newspeak shows some examples of what eigen-words could be. Stuff like “doublepluscold.”

Not AI.

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You shouldn’t microwave water though, because there’s a chance that it could be superheated to the boiling point without looking like it and that can be dangerous.