☭ Eternal Suffering, Also Gay. ☭

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GIRL!!!!

Children aren't born having a full understanding of gender or religion — they have to be indoctrinated into it. It might be inherent to people to seek out some kind of gender expression or spiritual belief, but the way we do it is not innate. We aren't born knowing that skirts are for girls and big trucks are for boys.

There is no law of nature that proves it is Wednesday. Days are real - the Earth rotates, the sun rises and sets, that’s physics. Deciding to build our entire westernised lives around 1/4 of the moon’s orbit is made up. There is no law of physics that links this moment in the lunar procession to ‘Wednesday’.

And yet it really is Wednesday. Mum, you need to go to work and later your choir who practice on Wednesdays will be pissed if you skip practice because ‘Wednesday is a social construct’.

It’s also completely valid to have a favourite day of the week - Sunday for my mum since she goes to church, doesn’t work and avoids domestic chores on Sunday. And all those feelings about Sundays are completely valid in the absence of any law of nature which proves ‘it’s Sunday’.

Dungeon Melanin 🤎 Afrolatino Senshi Relaxing

A therapy sim about a very good, very bad therapist.

Dr. Lilith Fleischer - Lily, please - is a gifted therapist, a licensed psychiatrist, an exceptional hypnotherapist, and a mildly dangerous solipsist. She has concluded, after careful consideration, that she is the only person who is actually in there. Everyone else runs on chemistry. Fortunately for everyone else, chemistry is her whole job.

Her new patient is a 24-year-old game store clerk with six weeks of flat nothing, a single-car accident she is very done talking about. The chart says depression. The chart is a liar, but then again, so is she, and so are you.

SOLIPCYST is a puzzle visual novel: one patient, eight weeks, one hour at a time. Peel apart everything she tells you in good confidence to dig for clues. Pack her mind like a suitcase. Medicate, manipulate, stabilize, groom - anything necessary to heal the patient. Among other things.

A brain is a board. Therapy is polymino packing with a license.

Testimony that rotates weekly and lies toward the wrong diagnosis.

A cross-examination engine: claims, evidence, challenges, and a woman who fights the label with everything except the truth.

The classic blunder - A visual number that responds to your actions.

Content warning: therapeutic abuse from the abuser's POV, grooming, gaslighting, bipolar disorder and mania, medical coercion, grief, sexual themes. All characters are adults. The game does not endorse what it lets you do. Obviously.

Made for the Toxic Yuri VN Jam II.

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The Ottolenghi - it is vital that you use 1g of this very expensive ingredient. It comes from a 500g bag with a one-week shelf life.

The time machine - 15-minute recipe! First, leave to marinate overnight...

The dishwasher - one-pot recipe! Now decant your ingredients and wipe out your pot. And again. And again. And again.

The optimist - cook the onions until caramelised (2 minutes).

The kindergarten teacher - get one nommable little tree of broccoli and bosh that into boiling water. Delish!

The brand names only - ingredients: Ritz crackers, Philadelphia cheese, Cool Whip, orange Jell-o...

The 1950s palate - use one (1) clove of garlic and a small pinch of chili flakes (omit if preferred).

all the replies: you're a fucking idiot

*after act 2*

Sex is not essential. You can live without it. Full stop.

Not having sex isn't shameful or a sign of failure. It also doesn't make anyone boring.

You are not entitled to having sex with anybody and nobody is entitled to having sex with you.

Sex is not what makes someone an adult.

Nobody's worth is defined by how much sex they have or don't have.

Sex is not equally important to everyone.

You can have fulfilling and happy relationships without sex.

You should only have sex on your own terms, not because you feel like you owe it to someone, or because you feel like you'd be incomplete without it.

Know your boundaries around sex and be firm about them. Know how to respect other people's boundaries.

The previous point also applies when it comes to discussing sex. If someone doesn't wanna talk about it or hear about it you have to back down.

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Gone away now is the fair green summer  And gone now is the harvest and its fruits  Weeping lies the daughter of my people   And my poor heart is sundered with her grief 

Is there no balm in Gilead? Are there  No healing words, and no physician there?  Is there no hope or help for this poor wretch? 

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Twenty long years ago, I sit and think: The drive up 61 to Holly Bluff  Is agony; I feel his eyes on me  And the unspoken question in the air  Lies like a shroud between us now and I  Want him to know and hear and comprehend  And maybe he would know what we could do  And with each mile I turn and try to speak  And each word feels like ash inside my mouth  As my confession dies within my throat  So we head north into the autumn woods  While wicked silence festers in the air;  Youth hunting season starts today, you see. 

There is a shadow over what was home  There was corn here, but it’s all kudzu now  Along with darker weeds like nightshade dreams  And scarlet jimson nightmares where it waits  As once she waited in a darkened room  To stoop and strike and have a bit of play  At things nice people just don’t talk about  And, sure, nobody talked, but there was still  That wretched shadow growing like a weed. 

Sometimes I can, in half-remembered dreams,  Still walk beneath the pines along the ridge  With Pawpaw’s rifle resting in my hands  And that same old black dog there at my side  Looking for squirrels, we said, but we both knew  We were just walking in the morning air  Along the west ridge headed toward the creek  But that’s all gone; it’s subdivisions now  Split up and passed around like Pawpaw’s guns