Something that's not discussed enough about fatphobia is coming from the other end; being too skinny. I have a high metabolism, adhd, and depression, so it's always been incredibly hard to gain and keep weight. I am proud to be over 175 at this point, I usually hovered around 160 before. Once I gained the slightest amount of fat, though, I was hit with comments about 'the forbidden jiggle' and 'couldn't stay skinny forever could you?' and these comments literally caused me to relapse and lose weight again. And it's just like, if you don't have something nice to say don't say anything at all. We learned this shit in Kindergarten.

of course i use firefox, im a furry

Found this and I swear there's no image better fitted to describe my drinking experience

Fine, since I guess I'm the resident penised person who has tried all of the above, taking it up the ass is excellent. Nothing compares to having your prostate pounded. I can stuff myself into my boyfriends cunt and he can squeeze all he wants and it's fucking hreat but nothing compares to the same squeezes as they press him further into my prostate.

Giving anal is fine but I'm terrified of getting poo in my urethra, I heard a story once and have been scared to try without a condom, but condoms remove a lot of the sensitivity. Handjobs, frotting, oral sex, toy play, we've even done soaking cuz that's just nice, they're all good and fun sexy times but if I wanna paint the walls I need my prostate pounded.

For the purposes of this poll, choose the option that you enjoy the most on its own, as though you may choose one and ONLY one type of stimulation to receive. Assume you are aroused and fully ready for the act in question.

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what gets me is that I would have thrived at most points in human species history...Not even saying this as a joke, i would have slayed farming with simple hand tools or following goat herds to gather up the wool and spin it into yarn or harvesting medicinal herbs and reading the signs of nature to understand what our band should do or caring for food forest or hunting small game with handmade traps or

this tweet really said it all

Jesus christ, I wish to just one day be this pinnacle of wit, horniness, and sacrilege.

Concept: one-shot oriented tabletop RPG which borrows Land of OG's gimmick whereby each player is only allowed to use a specific, randomly determined list of words when communicating with other players (i.e., all communication not involving these words must be carried out via grunts and gestures), except instead of dumb cave men fucking around it's about a group of dungeon-crawling adventurers ascending the Tower of Babel, or some other suitable framing device, and each player's list of permitted words is re-randomised each time the party ascends to a new floor. Certain types of "damage" might involve modifying the affected player's word list, and one of the game's principal advancement mechanisms would entail "locking in" specific words, rendering them immune to loss or randomisation.

it/its pronouns doesnt mean "use they/them for this person if you feel like it" it means it/its pronouns this is non negotiable and i am going to kill you with my fists and teeth

I just revived my old iPod touch that I haven’t used since ~2013 after believing it to be dead dead for years and oh my god it’s like opening up an old time capsule. There are photos of me and my friends that I haven’t seen in years, taken in an old high school building that doesn’t exist anymore. I have games that are no longer downloadable on the app store. It’s running iOS 5 with the original skeuomorphism app icons. I still have the youtube app. My contacts app is full of maiden names and deadnames. The music app has songs I haven’t heard in almost a decade but still remember all the lyrics to. A daily alarm set for 5:30 AM (god I can’t believe I had to wake up that early in high school) and another set to 11:11 PM to remind me to make a wish. Reminders to finish homework assignments, or to write my application essay for the university I ended up attending, and one marking the release date for the final episode of Cabin Pressure. The last thing I googled was “how to draw people hugging”.

Possibly the strangest thing is that the tumblr app still opens, but it’s stuck in a permanent snapshot of 2013 where it won’t show me any new posts no matter how many times I refresh. My dash is full of old BBC Sherlock posts from long-lost mutuals who have either since deactivated or got unfollowed or changed urls so many times that I don’t even recognize them. Lady Gaga and Game of Thrones are the top trends. My profile shows my previous url and icon, with only 43 followers. I feel like a time traveler

By Rachel Schragis

All of these things are true. Denying the truth of any of them will not help anyone.

The thing about Game Changer is that the contestants are in my age group and still make me feel old. Some of the challenges here are shit like "post an embarrassing pic to Instagram" and I'm just like who the fuck has Instagram. Someone had to text the 44th contact in their phone. I have 2 contacts in my phone and one of them is my previous boss.

Fish-rice integration is exciting. You harvest both fishes and rice on the same land. Do you like it?

shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.

Creating a soulslike where all of the endings are turbo-horny in wildly incompatible ways and watching the fandom argue about which one is the "good ending".

I'm a Buddhist Inverse Solipsist. I believe that I am the only guy still in samsara, and all of reality is a truman-show-like act by billions of bodhisattvas who are just humoring me.