#anecdote

So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They've never used another charger for said phone.

Now, they've tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn't matter how much they've searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.

The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: "The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they've mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place."

And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there's a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they've destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They've hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.

The Abbé and the Skaters - Michel Buylen

Belgian, b. 1953 -

I still don’t know how to process what happened at CCXP Mexico City.

The whole day honestly felt like a test of faith if not even the whole weekend until Sunday came around.. I waited more than four hours with no real certainty he was even going to appear in that stage. He was never fully confirmed to appear at the mandalorian and grogu tour in Mexico City it was all rumours. But I knew in my heart — and because he was in Mexico filming — that he had to be there. I kept telling myself he was gonna come and that I would check that 3/3 on the space Latinos list I have.

Aro/Ace moment.

Patreon, Webtoons, Tapas, Discord Server.

Fun facts about my first kiss: The girl was a secretary for a cult in the midwestern United States, she admitted during our month-long 'fling' to one attempted murder, and at one point early in our relationship (if it can be called that), she invited me over to her flat to 'play Mario Kart' while her roommate was away. When I excitedly brought my Nintendo Switch, she was shocked. I ended up leaving the flat shortly after, as it turns out there had been a misunderstanding.

I am Asexual and Aro-Spec. I've been out as one of those two things (often switching back and forth between them as I worked things out) for more than a decade now. It was the first kind of queer that I was openly, as far back as High School.

My first Queer meetup I attended branded me an ally as opposed to a member because Asexuality wasn't considered a kind of 'true' queerness. Let me be clear. Asexuals are queer. Aromantic people are queer. Gatekeeping doesn't help the queer community, it makes us more vulnerable.

When I was younger, and a lot of my acquaintances were undergoing the questionably valuable sacrament of marriage, I remember that I attended two particular weddings. They were relatively traditional, white-dress stuff — religious ministers and the standard array of speeches and so on.

When it came time for the father of the bride to make a speech, these two weddings were notable in that they both included a speech about womanly stubbornness and how important it is to just tell her she's always right and do what the ball and chain tells you.

And I remember sitting there and listening to the second one and thinking: Wait. Wait. This is the same speech. Word for word.

Aghast, I concluded that these people had used a search engine to find a funny ("funny") father of the bride speech. In hindsight, and being a little older, I suppose I would think this might be because they each felt like either expressing emotions or writing a speech was beyond them.

But the impression I received, at the time, was: Hey, um, these men do not even care about their daughters enough to refuse, with some dignity, to make this speech. They took this opportunity to express that they cared about someone, fucking cribbed their dumbshit message off Google, and didn't even bother to edit it.

Imagine being those girls. I hoped they never realised. Or if they did realise, that they'd discussed it with their dads beforehand somehow.

Anyway I guess... I don't know, the idea of a wedding speech plagiarised from your Google search results and a eulogy created by an LLM fill me with the same sense of disdain.

In the cab back to where we were staying there wasn’t space for all of us so I told him to sit down so I could sit in his lap. He listened like a good boy. I sat like kind of sideways on his lap putting my arm behind his head and it meant that my titties were right in his face. Basically smothering him. They bounced so much on the drive. On popped out of my dress, so he started sucking the nipple. I just gently stroked his face while I continued normal conversation with the driver and everyone in the car so they wouldn’t notice anything. It was so hard and my pussy was getting so wet. Plus I had no panties on.

I tucked my titty back in when we got back. We all squeezed into the elevator to got to our rooms.

We all had seperate rooms at the hotel and everyone else was super tired from the night, so they left the elevator quickly, saying goodnight and heading for their rooms.

My original plan was to leave him edged and needy but when the doors closed with just the two of us in there he looked so cute whimpering and begging for me to let him cum.

I told him to take it out so I could see. He raced to pull down his pants and boxers and take it out. It was so pretty so hard for me, wet spots in his boxers and he was still leaking.

I stayed on the opposite side of the elevator pulled my titties out and bounced them telling him to focus on them, he stroked himself until his eyes rolled.

Then he started saying mommy I can’t, begging me to allow him to cum.

I let my spit drip onto his dick and I could visibly see him tense so much as I got closer. When I finally put the head in my mouth his body locked up. I guided him to the back of my throat and teasing his cock with my mouth and tongue before he came all over my tits.

Now it feels boring to suck dick anywhere that’s not semi public

Didn’t work out with us though cause he didn’t want to taste his own cum, another disappointment as meryl Streep said