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i recommend telling yourself “this isn’t an experience i want to keep having” and stop entertaining things that are really detrimental to your health and don’t benefit you in anyway.

i think……..one of the many problems in how sex is perceived in society is that we seem to think its this isolated “skill” like people are very anxious about getting experience or practice or whatever wrt sex but that’s not really how it works, it’s fundamentally an expression, a conversation; two-sided, subjective, situational, and figuring out what works for everyone involved, as opposed to being just another objective talent to master for all situations as if its one-size-fits-all without consideration to your specific partner

so i hauve covid rn and i must say, American cold medicine is the absolute bees knees. You go to a UK pharmacy and they tenderly press like eight (8) paracetamol into the palm of your hand... God FORBID you're sick in France, i had to scour every pharmacy in Paris for something that wasn't HOMEOPATHIC PASTILLES. meanwhile last night i took the last of my stash of Nyquil that expired in 2019 and it was like getting hit by a fucking baseball bat (affectionate). press X to timeskip. LOVE me a cheeky little medically induced coma. you can really feel that it's a precursor to meth. i know that everything is fucking awful over there my friedns and my heart goes out to every one of you but if you need one small bright light of national pride in this time of strife please know that i envy you your cold medicine every day

i once took an american antihistamine pill just a basic one for seasonal allergies and i had to immediately lay down and while doing so i vividly hallucinated that i was a steerage passenger on the titanic resigned to my death as my cabin filled up rapidly with water. then i blacked out and when i woke up again my allergies were gone for the entire season.

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I hate the "early-transition trans women are always wearing amazon basics skirts" stereotype so much lol

it's the amazon that really does it in for me. when cis women wear basic clothing it's the "clean girl" aesthetic, when trans women do it it's shallow, consumerist, mass-produced, "basic" in all the wrong ways. "clean girls" don't get made fun of for having walmart-ass wardrobes do they?

a cis woman's choices about her wardrobe are always conscious, intentional, well-considered. a trans woman's are unthinking, dumb, she just grabs the first thing she sees

I WAS FUCKING WONDERING WHAT THOSE DIGITAL PRICE TAGS WERE ABOUT SUDDENLY i had hoped they were so the workers didn't have to finagle those little papers into the slider part anymore 😭

I've seen some people in the notes express (very fair) concern that this is only going to inconvenience already under-paid laborers, and not have any impact on corporate. While I can't speak for every company or every store, I do work in a grocery store and I can tell you this is precisely the kind of thing that would have an impact, especially if people are doing it en masse. Stores absolutely track their shrink numbers, and they do draw distinctions between what gets stolen, damaged, or wasted for other reasons. If people are making it clear that the reason they're bringing things to the cashier is that the prices are not adequately represented on the displays, and rather than improving business it's wasting product, slowing down transactions, and causing confusion and mistrust in customers, that is a language that shareholders speak.

I worked in retail for years. If this had happened while I was working retail, I would have been delighted and felt great solidarity with anyone who was wasting my employer's time and money and giving me busy work as an act of protest. In point of fact every moment the employee spends carting items back to the shelves is a moment not spent standing at a register.

a cishet guy not using his dick for sex and focusing on his partner's pleasure without any expectation of being touched in return is throwing off heterosexual expectations. good for them. im glad queerness helped free them too.

what is most special about my baby kitty is the light of life inside of her. not her intelligence, or any of her abilities, not anything that she does in particular (though she has many very charming idiosyncracies). what moves me about her is this gleam of aliveness that comes off of her, the movement of air in her rising and falling body, the transition of food from bowl to litterbox, her muscles rearranging as she shifts in her sleep, the sneeze propelling from her, the way her soft water balloon belly can change shape depending on how she sits. she is alive, which is not a quality possessed by her, it is an ongoing process expressed through her with the motions of air, light, solid, and fluid. when i look into her eyes i catch a view of everything in the universe, as seen through just a tiny pinprick. i havent felt that way about a living creature before.

it's so sick and twisted that you have to forge the life you deserve from the molten scraps of the life you were forced to have

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