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Hello, dear readers. If you’re reading this, chances are you’ve felt it, too. That rising pressure in the air. The noise that comes not just from the headlines, but from the glances, the muttered words, the silences where there should be kindness. The world feels heavier, louder, sharper than it did before. And for many
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(Warning: does mention violence.) In the heart of the tumultuous 19th century, my great-grandfather Jakob’s journey from Odessa to North Dakota stands as a beacon of resilience and the universal quest for peace. As a family historian, I’ve always felt deeply connected to my ancestors, particularly those who faced extraordinary challenges. Their stories, passed down
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🌍 La Armada de la Paz hacia Gaza — Dónde Estamos Ahora 🚢 Current Status / Estado Actual The fleet began in Barcelona, regrouped near the Balearic Islands, and is now adding strength through Italy and Tunisia. At every port, new ships and people of conscience join — turning a flotilla into a true Peace
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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we conserve our energy. Some folks believe that being shady—sarcastic, withholding, throwing side-eye, or wrapping everything in layers of snark—is a way of keeping their power. I used to watch it in others and wonder, is that really protecting them? Or is it just a slow leak?
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He estado pensando mucho en cómo conservamos nuestra energía. Aquí en Andalucía se habla del mal de ojo. Lo ves en pulseras, colgantes, azulejos con ojos azules pintados. No se trata de esconderse. Se trata de proteger tu luz sin apagarla. I’ve been thinking a lot about how we conserve our energy. Here in Andalusia,
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Sometimes, a drama-filled guy crosses your path, and you either let it get to you… or you turn it into a song. I chose the song. ⸻ 🎶 The $10 Studio Musician That Never Sleeps I used an AI music generator — cost me $10 — but I didn’t just let it run wild. GPT-5
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Así que… 2050. Si ahora tienes 60 años y tus padres siguen vivos — ahí estarás tú. Si acabas de terminar el insti hoy, estarás enviando a tus propios hijos a la universidad. Esto no es Star Trek. 🚀 Es tu vida. ⸻ ¿Y yo quién soy para hablar de esto? No soy futurista. Ni
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So… 2050. If you’re 60 now and your parents are still alive — that’s where you’ll be. If you just finished high school today, you’ll be sending your own kids off to college. This isn’t Star Trek time. 🚀 This is your lifetime. ⸻ Who Am I to Talk About This? Not a futurist. Not
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I was bouncing ideas back-and-forth with my philosophy AI the other day, when I realized something: I’ve spent a lifetime living under dogmas that promised to carry my pain. Religion, institutions, authority figures — all of them were ready to take my anguish if I just handed over obedience, time, money, or loyalty. And when
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by Oddly Robbie I had a moment recently in Inner Worlds (a very good VR platform for people who wish to just talk about life challenges) that left me a little steamed. A well-meaning moderator—sweet tone, bless her—wrapped up her shift by inviting me to the autism group. Nice idea. Bad fit. I tried, gently,
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🖊️ by OddlyRobbie — One of One Preface: There’s a strange pressure in this world to look people in the eye. A social ritual. A signal of truth. But for folks like me—neurodivergent, hyper-attuned to the emotions you think you’re hiding— eye contact isn’t just a glance. It’s a floodlight. So I wrote this for
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By Oddly Robbie, One of One They’re calling it The Year of the Daddy—that golden age of confident silver foxes, gym-toned arms, and baritone TikToks claiming things like “soft dominance” and “zaddy energy.” Add a scruffy beard, wear a tank top that fits too well, and suddenly you’re seen. Constantly. And for someone like me—gay,
Oddly Robbie 
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