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feedist kinktober 27 : boozy belly

I saw this when running newpipe. But wait, it gets deeper. I clicked on the details buttons and it said as of today, we have 83 days left until Google rolls out this new requirement for apps inside and outside of the google play store. If any developer disagrees with their new terms and fees, they will be blocked!

I'll share some of the info below:

Looks like they're trying to nuke the remaining privacy and freedoms we have left on the internet.

What to do?

-Get your developer friends to not comply to their new guides

- Sign the open letter on the site and take action by checking out the full resources list on their website as well!

To summarize, this is all daunting especially when you feel all alone with unfair and inhumane regulations comming out faster than improvements but we got this working together!

Share the link with your friends, family and anyone who will listen!

Anchoring (in negotiation) is a term for the way that the first number put on the table by a party sets the scale for all the other numbers used. For example, I could start a negotiation by telling you that I sold a painting at a thousand dollars. Your brain will take that number and latch on to it as a benchmark. If I were to then later say that I had a certain painting available for $500, your instinct will be to see that as a great deal. And if I were to then say I have another painting for $2000, your mind is naturally going to come back to the first number I gave you as a price comparison.

Choose your gender

Original post by @morallygrayautisticscientist here, this post was so funny I decided to draw it lol.

Panel by panel below:

greetings, fellow kids! perhaps you are trans? perhaps you are considering hormones? perhaps you have concerns?

perhaps you are scared fucking shitless that your singing voice will be ruined and destroyed forever and everything that is worthwhile about you will be destroyed with it and you will never be able to make music again?

me too!

so I took all that terror and I turned it into art, because what else are you going to do when you sacrifice your only beautiful thing in exchange for your life?

Here is me, four months ago, taking my first dose of testosterone. Yes, it is my real first dose of testosterone. Yes, I had to do this in one take.

Notice that my voice was good. I mean, it was really fucking good. I never did anything with it except school plays and campfire singing, but it was a really good instrument that I could have done something with, you get me?

Only, I hadn’t done anything with it, and I finally figured I was too old and unskilled and unfeminine to ever be the next Broadway star, so I broke it.

Which was, in a distant but meaningful way, partly because of Hamilton. And one month in, I could still sing Eliza’s part:

But that was only a month in, and my voice hadn’t really started to change yet. That was obviously not going to last. Here’s me after two months:

Still got some of those high notes! But they’re starting to get a bit creaky and unreliable, and I’ve got a whole extra octave down the bottom I’m not used to.

Three months in, I definitely couldn’t do Eliza. That turned out to be absolutely OK, because I could do Javert.

hey you know what my voice sounds pretty fucking good there. it’s not the same voice I had when I started but I still sound like me, you know? I’m still learning the new instrument, it’s not really finished yet, but I haven’t gone all the way back to a kid with his first recorder. I still sound like an adult who kinda knows how to sing.

The difference between Eliza and Washington turns out to be about four months.