I remember seeing a teenage girl in a small food store I go to address the guy behind the counter as ‘human’. “Thanks, human.” Stuff like that. I think she was just doing a bit or something but I thought it was strange.

My ex would say this type of shit to people she didn’t know, I’d say it was half “doing a bit”, and half she is just a strange person.

Yeah, drag’s met plenty of otherkin and is even engaged to marry one. @[email protected] tell the humans about how you’re not human

I have a public-facing job, so, yes.

I did, two times. First was when woman had some problems with spine and skin so she looked weird and moved weird add to it my shortsightedness and it was weird/creepy. Second time I was going back home at 3 am after drinking, and there was a guy that was walking in my direction in the unevenly lit underpass and he had no face. I was like don’t scream like a little girl it’s alcohol probably. Then I understood it was a guy who learned to wear helmet on a moto the hard way of being human chalk piece.

Haven’t met him but Zuckerberg

Yea. Mark Zuckerburg. Just watch this reptile drink a glass of water. Its a alien reptile that has his UFO break down, and he’s tuck o Earth. This reptile loves violating people’s privacy so that’s why this reptile invented facebook.

/s I don’t actually believe he’s an extraterrestrial, but like, with this crazy timeline, I won’t be surprised to see Independence Day Aliens

Women are definitely a different species.

Yes.

I was the director of a very small summer camp in a former career. For some background info, the camp mainly served kids from some rather infamous inner-city neighborhoods. This was one of the very few black owned summer camps in the country. 99% of these kids were black or brown; I am vampiricly pale white and ginger.

And so, I found myself at a conference representing this camp…. Mostly to beg, coerce, and shame wealthy people there into giving us money (we sure as shit weren’t making money off the families of our kids; most couldn’t pay, but going to camp was safer than any week at home in the city).

On day 2 of the conference I get a text. It’s from the secretary of some high powered individual from Focus on the Family whose name I have long forgotten. He wants to have lunch with me to discuss an “opportunity.”

What the hell, right? Their money’s just as green as everyone else’s. Maybe I can charm the guy into cutting us a check.

So, I say yes and we meet at the fanciest restaurant in the hotel this conference was in.

Friends, I’m not one to believe in possession but something was straight up evil about this man from the moment I sat down. I mean I felt like I was eating with a fucking demon.

The “opportunity,” by the way, was to essentially fuck over the community our camp was for and convince our board to sell the land to his organization. This land was the same space some of the families of our community had been enslaved on. It was hallowed ground.

I ordered the most expensive dish I could find, waited for the food to come, told him to go fuck himself, and then went back to my hotel room and took a shower to get the feeling of being around that…… Thing off me.

I really don’t know how to describe it. It was like sitting across from some kind of hungry emptiness in the form of an old man.

I don’t know what I talked to, but I do wonder if that mother fucker was human.

Look up Kenneth Copeland. The pastor dude.

Got this question at bar trivia:

“How many pairs of ribs do human beings have?”

Me: “Easy! 12!”

Everyone else: “How do you know that?”

Me: “Because I have 13 pairs of ribs…”

I met some gibbons once—they were suspiciously lacking in social skills.

yes, me, but no one except that

(hint: everyone on lemmy is a bot except you)

you might enjoy https://www.tedcruzforhumanpresident.com/

Yes, I’ve met a few pandimensional deities.

I’m often told I lack human traits in my face to face communication with others