I feel like some days I live on the Island of Misfit Toys, a reference from the claymation Christmas time flick from Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer. My twenties and thirties as your humble newsie was formed because I was a misfit in the real world.
I was fourteen in the Spring of 2001, where a classmate who also was on my bus run had saw me kiss my mother goodbye while we were heading to the coast (of which it was about 30 miles from where I lived prior to. He called me a “mama’s boy”. It was at that point where I felt I actually regressed by trauma, since ASD regression is hard to document and link, but I do think ASD and CPTSD is being under reported, and the lack of empathy to a communication disorder/neurological disorder should be bullshit at this point.
It was within the following year, I started to get really uncomfortable with guys, and I was not comfortable with myself. I don’t know what was worse, being masculine in a toxic environment, or being with women in a feminine but sometimes toxic
My empathy actually skyrocketed during the early oughts, to then have it backfire in a world of toxicity and any attempts to be in a male world. In fact the toxic environments makes it really hard for me to fit in. It’s one of the reasons why I am not involved with any AFOLs, the Adult Fan of Lego or as I like to be blunt and call them Asshole Fans of Lego, because most of these nerds are just complete aholes, and TVNewStalk is another weirdo site of mostly 98% men, and FFS alive even Scott Jones from FTV Live is a complete jerk most of the time on his only way to engage is Twitter (meaning don’t engage.)
Rest assured, I am not an asshole, if you’re interested in local media and you want to build them in Lego form, you came to the right place. I don’t bite first, but if you come off as an ass, expect reactive retaliation.