Having a significant affinity for any part of the body is paraphilia. Boobs and ass are no more complete women than feet. They’re all stand ins for whole women and sexual experiences. They’re all libido cues for different people for different reasons. As someone with all of these parts, male sexual fixation feels the same regardless. I don’t see a meaningful difference and usually can’t tell what part of my body people are staring at.

The horrific opportunity cost inherent to having a billionaire class.

Blood Diner, because it’s actually about a trans man who helps his dead uncle become his living aunt. It’s easy to lose track of the fact that this is a movie about two transitions in the chaos of the ancient blood cult, vegan diner that serves human meat, wrestling with Jimmy Hitler, and all that, but it’s all in there. Blood Diner was decades ahead of its time. I watch it a few times a year. Watch it as a double feature with Frankenhooker and pretend they’re modern experimental indie movies. Frankenhooker is a feminist masterpiece.

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Oohh. I like this. I’ve been bothered by the rise of gambling in different packaging in the world over the last decade. We really should be acknowledging that gambling is different from gaming, separating them meaningfully. Are toy department shelves still full of child gambling reandom toy bullshit too? I haven’t had reason or opportunity to pay attention to that for a few years.

The Erisian Liberation Front of SW and Rural Missouri, on the other hand, fully supports naming diseases and pestilences after the Goddess, Unstable May She Reign, and objects only to the application of the moniker to such a benign viral variant. In the future, we and/or I would request that her name be applied only to particularly virulent and/or unpredictable diseases and pestilences. May her sudden wrath never find you.

Nope! It was between an on ramp embankment and one of those gnarly rural streets that looks like it’s been fucking mortared. It was in a cartoonish shithole of a small town in the moddle of nowhere.

I worked a day and a half at Hardee’s. First was half a day of “training” on the nastiest, greasiest tablet you can imagine. It was mostly health and safety protocols and regulations. Next was a full day of not doing any of that shit and selling dirty food. I never went back. It was a really fucking bad time to quit a job, but I couldn’t bring myself to basically give one or more people food poisoning every day…

Right? Shit politicians too. Ron DeSantis got me rootin’ for fucking Disney. I hate Disney in general, but I wish they’d play more serious Illuminati hardball with DeSantis.

You have a lot of learning to do about enlightenment. Gutei cut off a motherfucker’s finger to get him a little closer to enlightenment. Violence is inherent to true enlightenment. When the enlightened meet the buddha, they will kill the buddha.

I’m stoned as all fuck and read “ninja soldiers” several times >_> I was trying to figure out the joke. I’m going to hell.

The real question is the hell did people downvote me?

You shut someone down without informing or educating them on a text based discussion centric community with an academic stick up its ass. A one word response to a complex technical question is terrible etiquette in this sort of social environment.

my car is a metal horse that should go as long as I put gas in it

This one is fun because horses require so much more effort and upkeep than cars. Your horse can suck because you made it sad.

Nah. It just gets you to all the places. That would be akin to calling a car an everything store. You get in the car to go places and do things, but the car isn’t the place or thing. You can have a direct connection to a website or app that doesn’t go through a browser. Likewise, you can directly call a business to connect and interact without a car. The browser is the vehicle. The internet is the street.

If you leave mainstream, radio country even just a little, it becomes apparent that progressive gays are taking over country and Americana. If there are people and places in your life that need country music, bring S.G. Goodman, Melissa Carper, Orville Peck, Iris Marlowe, and none of these people have what I would call a niche sound. (I don’t expect to convert anyone to the cult of Little Mazarn, but that’s maybe my favorite country act.) And some of them are blowing up! They’re making country music for me these days, and I fucking love it. It’s all I listen to lately. Folk, country, and Americana are for everyone.

Come to the Midwest. A crazy number of people smoke here, like straight up cancer sticks smoke. I moved here from Florida, where I felt like you: was a low class thing of the past. In Missouri the booze is cheap and the tobacco plentiful. It’s wild.

I lived someplace with an old sticker inside a cabinet door with a bunch of basic, useful conversions. It was neat.

You’re really good at this.