Protip on this one, if you have a youth soccer club nearby, just head to the lost and found to find hundreds of pounds of premium water bottles. No one will claim them, just take them. Please. The landfills don’t need any more garbage.
Gullible
joined 1 year ago
Is this meant to be from the perspective of a right winger or a communist critique on class solidarity?
Most people want to, for lack of a better word, fuck other people. In offering details, they create a greater chance of maintaining the ability to do so. This is particularly relevant for trans folks, who have a smaller pool of partners to pull from. For comparison, see the practices of gay folks, particularly in the 50s when gay clubs were basically outlawed. It was incredibly difficult to find other gay people in a society that ostracized them and prevented their congregation, so gay relationships were rare. It’s perfectly natural to want to find companionship, or solitude if that’s your thing, so people spread the word about themselves to broaden their chances.
Phrased another way, there’s a reason it’s the third tier of maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Finding your place of belonging isn’t an identical process. Sometimes it’s taxing for not only yourself, but others as well. Personally, I wish I had the level of confidence of my trans friends are forced to maintain.
I dunno. Online, it feels less like jargon and more like an attempt at avoiding any snark. Irl, I occasionally hear “cis” but most people say “straight” or rather than “het.” Just another synonym to memorize for me
So long as it isn’t attempting to refurbish words that are still in common use and already have common meanings, I usually have no issue with new-speak. Unnecessary abbreviations are taxing, though cis and het have become ubiquitous enough that I can almost forgive it.
Had to soak last week’s shirts due to anxiety sweats but this week will probably be lighter on the poor things. So, slightly worse than usual.
voted Dem all the way down ballot.
As if you even need to say this when you began with proper use of cis and het
Alternative front end, my friend.
English Wikipedia has been down all day. Very, very rarely do I take anything for granted, and yet, I felt a pit in my stomach when I saw a blank page. It’s funny to realize just how much of a fixture in my life Wikipedia has been.
The cruel age of the onion dip will sear agony upon not just our souls, but our eyes and nostrils.
When in that state, it’s immensely difficult to understand what exactly is going wrong, let alone fix it. I still remember being an awkward idiot kid confused about my isolation, flailing at shadows and endlessly making a nuisance of myself by reveling in the discomfort my presence bred. Misery one way glass. Hope anon finds someone to pass him notes.
>be me
>chad body, assburgers mindset
>don't be blond twink who squats in the smith machine
>don't want to stare
>he has thot levels of thick glutes
>tiny wasp waist and slim hips
>some modest muscle development in arms and chest
>nothing compared to his massive glutes
>weird and obscene body type that puzzles me
>still be me
>happen to come into locker room right after twink comes out of showers with a towel wrapped around his hips
>don't be old beergut retiree boomer who spends seven hours a day in the sauna and in the locker room, every single day
>beergut guy is walking around bare naked like usual
>see things happening as if in slow motion
>gym twink is trying to get his clothes from his locker while his towel slowly slides down
>huge glutes are in danger of exposure
>old beergut guy approaches reaching for the twink
>not sure what he's trying to do but I don't like it
>jump up in between them and yell
>”Touch him and I’ll tear you limb from limb."
>Didn't know my voice goes that low
>old beergut skedaddles back into the sauna
>turn around, look down at gym twink
>he stutters, th-thanks
>say ”Cover your nipples”
>turn around and head to the showers, still in shorts and socks
>stay in there thirty minutes
>he's gone when I come out
How do I save this. /fit/?
>be me
>be white
>have job in landscaping for multiple HOAs
>work with a lot of latinos who speak little to no English
>white lady comes up to me
"OH thank God, someone who speaks English"
>start speaking back to her in Dutch
MFW I tried to commit suicide once.
[a picture of a sad woodsman Pepe]
>be me
>have staff bow with arrows found at garage sale
>home alone and miserable
>start shooting bow at my mattress
>get idea
>go outside and shoot bow straight up in the air
>close my eyes and wait for deaths release
>nothing happens
>shoot another and then a other
>not working
>this time I shoot up in the air and try to watch to
see where it's going to land
>run across lawn hopping it hits me
>keep doing this for a while
>parents come home
>watch me furiously shoot arrow into air then run
around the back yard
>parents think I'm autistic and took my bow away
[a picture of an elevator with closed doors]
>get in
>door closes
>???
>on a new floor
do you guys really believe in this?
I'm gay.
My dad is not pleased with this fact. Completely homophobic.
Half the time his homophobia doesn't even make sense.
>Fishing show on TV in the living room
>Watching it with mom and dad
>Mom: "I don't have the patience for that kind of stuff
>Me: "It doesn't feel like too long when you're out there"
>Dad: "Time flies when you're a removed."
>Go to my room
It's getting ridiculous. He goes out of his way to respond to everything I do by calling me a removed.
>go to a club in vrchat
>a huge titty dragon girl and a cat girl are groping each other and kissing
>a fucking dude runs over as this guy
>screams 'I AM MEGALON'
>crashes the map
Write a 4chan greentext
> be me
> working at Tumblr
> David Karp comes in with a VR Headset
> "Hey, I want to show you something"
> he hands me the headset
> I put it on
> and I'm in a post-apocalyptic world
> "This is what Tumblr will be like in 10 years"
> I take off the headset
> "Wow, that was amazing"
> "Yeah, we're working on it"
> he walks away
>open thread about a problem I'm having
>first reply is by some obviously "respected" guy
>avatar is some incredibly choppy anime gif
>all caps red name, underlined
>VIP member - top contributor
>some other custom subtitle about the sites culture or some shit
>40k posts
>[SITENAME] clan
>Recent achievements: 1000 hours online, 10k posts, achieved years ago
>joined Dec 2005
>10000 Karma
>like 20 fucking red stars under his name
>From: the Underworld or some edgy shit
>MSN, Facebook, E-mail, Skype, AIM, literally everything
>personal website that has the same name as his nick, just a bunch of gifs
>signature is like 4 paragraphs, 2 quotes, like 20 fucking toolbars or irrelevant shit like nvidia user, coca cola drinker, air breather, removed etc
>some edited anime image at the end of his signature with his nick stylized on it
>read his post
>"i dont know lol"
>sleeping nude, as usual
>wake up, sleep paralysis
>feel stroking against the side of my head, hear “there there, it'll be fine…”
>feel imbued with power and RAGE
>suddenly no longer paralyzed
>LAUNCH myself out of bed, unmute computer, turn on screen
>Techno Rocker Rob Mayth Remix begins blasting at max volume, looping
>grab flamberge (picture of a glowing red sword being forged)
>run all through house, waving sword about while nude, flipping lights on
>roaring "COME OUT AND PLAY, MOTHERFUCKER"
>did this for an hour
>5:30AM by the time my rage dies down
>scream "FUUUUCK YEEEEAAAAAH" turn off lights, go to sleep
>no experiences since
also
>neighbor asks me what the fuck I was doing running around naked with a large sword last night >ask him why he was watching >he shuts up
>my mom left school at 16 due to poverty
>never showed much interest in books, music etc
>retired last year
>has since been reading through all the books I left in boxes at home
>her enthusiasm for reading is so pure I feel bad for not enjoying reading that much these days
>she kept asking me if I was writing a book and said she could "never do that"
>picked up the hint and encouraged her to give it a go, without getting my hopes up
>tfw she sent me a story she wrote about two rabbits who become friends
>tfw it made me cry and feels more honest than anything I've written
How to cope with this feel bros?
I love my mum so much.
heres a story from when i was a teenager
>be 14
>my mother is very sick
>constant medical issues, mobility issues
>not fat, she literally cant balance
>being 14, i thought she was invincible and would just get over it
>shes literally riddled with cancer
>shes a fighter though, and we live in australia so amazing healthcare
>she battles every shitty illness for 2 whole years
>all this time still manages to just be my mum
>makes me lunches, helps with homework, etc
>I’m always nice to her, because shes sick but sometimes it takes it toll and i get mad
>we have to eventually get a carer in to look after her as she is getting very sick
>she is bedridden before i know it, i can hear the medical equipment from my room
>wake up one night to her gasping, walk into her room with a glass of water
>shes gasping for air, she'd fallen from bed and broken 2 vertebrae
>she goes to hospital for 2 months after that
>fast forward 3 months and she is well enough to go to the park with her best friend and me
>we laugh and she even made us some sandwiches
>she gets sicker over the next few days
>but she still does those mum things, like making my school lunches
>she barely has enough energy to get out of bed, but still makes my lunch
>get called out of class one day, told to go to the office
>there is a cab waiting for me, the principal tells me "the school is here for you" but i don’t understand
>get to hospital, taken to emergency
>watch my mother smile at me and take her last breath
>later that night I’m home, walk into the kitchen after crying for hours
>open the fridge
>laid out in there are my school lunches for the next 3 days
>she literally used the last energy in her body to make sure i had my lunches for that week
>i sat there on the floor and ate every last one
i still cant think about how caring that woman was without tearing up.
god i miss her.
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You’re better off shooting your instance the money, but Wikipedia has remained a genuinely good quality company. If you want to give them money in recognition of this fact, no one sane will call you a dumb dildo with hairy feet.