#rab thoughts

I was peeing just now, and looking down, and i thought, “you know what? I think i might actually have an adult penis now.”

I don't know how to tell you that the instinct to coddle yourself and tune out when faced with the horrors of reality is exactly what you're expected to be doing by the purveyors of horror.

I dunno, guys. self care might be complacency, and therefore complicity. what if the real self care is revolt?

I'm sure this is a normal thing for most photographers like me, but it is sometimes a weird thing to think that I have seen at least 85 sets of nipples in person.

this has to already be in the discourse, but have you ever wondered about the fact that the most exciting moment for male consumers in nearly any mainstream pornography, and the moment that signifies the end of a scene, is watching cum shoot out of another man's penis?

The thing about tiktoks and reels is that the people making them have to have the misplaced self-confidence to think that what they have to say is worth saying to a massive audience of strangers. And the ones who can talk for several minutes without a script have the confidence to think that their unfiltered thoughts are ready for prime time. The more active they are, and the more videos they post, you must understand how little they are engaging with reality and their lives in order to facilitate that activity. These are a certain type of person. If any of them are worthy to be influencers, it is by pure chance, and the chance is greater that their hubris will cause them to collapse under its weight, in due time.

simultaneously not enough normalization of bush on the internet, and far too many creeps being fuckin' weird about it when they find it on the internet.