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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,
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By Oddly Robbie, Whispering Before the Avalanche There’s a tick. It bites you. And suddenly, your body decides most meat is poison. No, this isn’t vegan propaganda. This is biological betrayal — from a tick. And like most things nature whispers before it screams, almost no one’s listening. But maybe they’ll listen now. Because this
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Remember when food was simple and honest? Cucumbers, salt, dill—pickles! Ingredients you could pronounce without feeling like you needed a chemistry degree? I sure do. Foods didn’t have to hide behind mysterious 17-letter chemical concoctions just to taste good. They didn’t sit preserved in suspiciously vibrant states for months on end. They were fresh, flavorful,
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