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Can someone explain why I had to deal with this? I check Texas SB 2420 and they only covers the App Store

It looks like this:

Two MMA fighters twisted into a human pretzel on the mat. The fighter in teal shorts lies on his back while his opponent, in black shorts, has climbed onto him from behind like a mischievous koala, wrapping one arm around his face and neck in a tight seatbelt grip. The bottom fighter’s spine is corkscrewed dramatically — hips facing one direction, shoulders wrenched the opposite way — in the gymnastics-meets-agony shape jiujitsu players call the Twister. His face is scrunched in a wince that says ‘please let this be over soon,’ while his bare feet dangle awkwardly in the air, as if reaching for an exit that isn’t coming. Chalky canvas below, dramatic Japanese text painted in the background, and not a single part of this position looks like it belongs in a yoga class.

Every liberal white dude who defends platner needs to be introduced to the jiujitsu submission called The Twister.

Rooting for Argentina is like rooting for the patriots (derogatory)

I’m unaware of terms like mudoko dako, quimbandas, chibados, or other pre-colonial African genders being used as slurs locally, but I’m very willing to be wrong 🤷🏽‍♂️

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Parker Molloy@parkermolloy.com · last mo.

This *feels* like it’s invalidating non-binary and genderqueer folks. It could be better stated, at least. This is not to diminish the fact that people are using the argument to justify taking away the rights of trans folks, but it feels like throwing the baby out with the bath water.

There's a special place in Hell for the person who created the "sex and gender are different things!" talking point. I've hated it for as long as I've heard it. It's trash.

Yessssss!! Fuck the Dutch team!!

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One thing you can count on from the Dutch team is to have exactly no honor or integrity. Morocco should have attacked while that Dutch player was down because the Dutch certainly weren’t going return the favor.

Any side sleepers have pillow recommendations? It’s time to replace mine.

Dr. Damien P. Williams has to go the way his blood beats@wolven.blacksky.app · 2mo ago

I can’t recall a time when I knew of Peter Theil’s existence where I didn’t know he sucked. It’s the Elon Musk rule: if you didn’t already know he sucked it’s because you didn’t want to know. It was only until your own reputation was tarnished by association that you had a “sudden realization”.

Again: some of the names in here are from back when maybe ppl didn't know Exactly how much thiel sucks, but some of them are from as recently as this year and i just… How is anyone still taking Peter Thiel's money or his invitations *at this point*? We fully know who & what he is, now, so… don't go.

Seeing the videos of this and I was struck by how the police didn’t try to insert themselves into this and the crowd opened the way for the stretcher and helped get him down off that roof. I’m telling you, the city is different now, in the best way possible.

Off-duty EMT at Knicks parade helps save man after apparent overdose

An off-duty EMT jumped into action at the Knicks parade Thursday when a man appeared to be suffering from an overdose.

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The evergreen pansexual internal debate: is that person hot or do I just like their glasses?

I stayed in a room overlooking Times Square all week and my hotel room was no more than 100 feet from it. What I loved most about that was all week long, regardless of what country’s fans were reveling in the square, you’d still see lots of Palestinian flags and chants of free Palestine.

I’ve been to NY many, many times, starting in the mid 90s. The city has changed so much, in so many ways, but has always had a spirit and vitality that I’ve loved. This trip, though, it’s like that sprit and vitality is tuned to 11. The vibes are immaculate. My favorite city got even better.

Seeing discourse again wherein liberals are surprised that leftists don’t consider them to be leftist and saying “well, what is a leftist if not someone who doesn’t tar and feather the gays and hates Trump?” For me, the entry gate for being a leftist is anti capitalism.

Watching people who I used to respect turn into soulless shills for AI makes me sympathetic to people who say how their parents used to be good people but Fox News turned them into bigots.

It is wild work to see someone argue that the reason they are vegan is because they’re against the exploitation of the lives and labor of animals, but then also be vehemently pro-capitalist. Like, you’re against the exploitation of animals, but you’re okay with the exploitation of humans?

Just a reminder to anti-gun liberals that the racist judicial system that’s been used for decades now to deny guns to Black people and poor people is now being used for trans people and pretty soon expect it for any LGBTQ folks. The GOP will be thanking y’all for your service

I had a dream the other night that @lookitup.baby borrowed my cat (as one does) Bentley and when they brought Bentley back, Ian was singing his praises and calling him a very good cat and I woke up beaming with pride. Ian, if you ever want to borrow Bentley, I’m happy to make arrangements.

A gloriously round and distinguished tuxedo cat named Bentley sits loaf-style at the center of a small wooden coffee table, commanding the frame with the quiet confidence of a CEO who owns every room he enters. His plush coat is a dapper patchwork of jet black and bright white — black across his back and head like a little cape, with a pristine white chest and belly that he wears with tremendous pride. His face is particularly charming: soft white with dark markings above his wide-set, golden-green eyes that give him a permanently thoughtful, slightly philosophical expression, as if he is pondering something very important (likely dinner). His little pink nose is a perfect button. His white paws are tucked neatly beneath his considerable belly in classic loaf formation — the pose of a cat who is both deeply relaxed and mildly suspicious. Long white whiskers fan out magnificently on either side of his face. In the softly blurred background, Kim, a young woman with auburn hair twisted up in a casual bun and wearing glasses and a cozy black hoodie, sits barefoot on the couch with a laptop, attending to presumably very important business — though Bentley has clearly already decided that HE is the most important business in this room. A lavender tumbler with a straw stands on the left side of the table, a loyal sidekick to the star of the show.

Aubrey has been training since she was 4. Now at 16, she’s a force of nature. Fast, great pressure, good strategy, and always learning. Getting to roll with her today and talk through nuances is such a joy for me as her father but also as someone who is a fan of her journey. 📷: @abgushte.bsky.social

In a bright, industrial-style BJJ gym with exposed concrete ceilings and gray competition mats, a teenage girl sits on the mat in a red rash guard and olive green leggings, bare feet tucked beneath her, arms extended openly mid-conversation — the body language of someone making a point with relaxed certainty. Facing her, close enough to whisper, is her father: a stocky, curly-haired person in a white and teal Scramble “Senshu” rash guard and gray shorts, kneeling with their back to the camera. Around the edges of the room, other practitioners sit and watch quietly against white brick walls, a small American flag bunting visible in the background.

And yet the image is less about jiu-jitsu and more about this: a black belt leaning in to offer the kind of razor-thin insight that only thousands of hours on the mat can produce — not to fix anything broken, but to sharpen something already formidable. She listens with the relaxed attention of someone who’s heard hard things before and made them look easy. It’s the rarest kind of coaching conversation: two people who both actually know what they’re talking about, except one of them is still in high school. Her father will offer the detail. She’ll nod, try it, and make it her own. Dad will watch — and feel that particular pride that has no good word for it.