it’s interesting that the moment i started working out again in a contact sport environment was the moment i started dating women again. back to the old me, in a sense, the rucker has become a fencer but the relationship with violence and strength is back except it’s tempered by elegance
i used to listen to breakcore and troon out. now i listen to the blues and troon *in*
*trying to let down a trans girl gently* I can't date you, you're like a sist-.... you're um.. you're like a barista to me, and I really don't want to mess that up
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i seem to have made out with every lesbian in the west village last night
this is just another facet of the Eternal Chuunibyou
shoutout to the epic of gilgamesh it's so cool that the earliest piece of written fiction we've discovered is a shonen battle manga
it’s REALLY funny to have both kinds of cnc kink
obsessed with the machine. the whir of an end mill which turns to a scream when it contacts the workpiece. coolant and lubricant everywhere. penetration, abstract, unhuman penetration, an unfeeling exercise in geometry for its own sake
obsessed with the machine. the whir of an end mill which turns to a scream when it contacts the workpiece. coolant and lubricant everywhere. penetration, abstract, unhuman penetration, an unfeeling exercise in geometry for its own sake
isn’t it cruel that we don’t “friend” each other anymore. we simply follow.
*greek orthodox catholic obama voice* if you like your wife you can keep her
it’s funny. i’ve been through a lot and ive been a lot of people and a lot’s been done to me but i still have a tendency to view myself despite everything as a fundamentally sheltered person
i need violence i need beauty i need violence i need beauty any lack of violence implies a lack of beauty any violence implies a lack of beauty i’m not doing enough i have to do more there is no escape
I'm beginning to see transphobia through a lens that is structurally similar to afropessimism. The idea being that there is a psychic pleasure derived from having non-gender-conforming people to hate and subjugate. One which is impossible to placate because the hatred is *part* of cis identity.
Get one of those carb smart tortillas, fill the thing with shredded cabbage and sriracha, roll it up and you'll have an entire day's worth of fiber and the worst burrito you've ever had in your life. Follow me for more tips and tricks.
does such a thing approximating theorytwt exist here? if so how do i get plugged into it