Yeah, it was very cathartic. I was scared driving up, but driving away felt amazing
Yeah, it was very cathartic. I was scared driving up, but driving away felt amazing
This past Saturday I drove 9 hours (one way) to confront and yell at the family rapist.
Had him and the rest of my family texting and calling frantically, telling me not to. That I was destroying the family, that I’d never see my cousins again, that I’d be arrested, that there would be a sheriffs deputy waiting to take me to jail if I showed up at the pedophiles house.
But on the way up I just happened to listen to an NPR story about the murders in Castle Rock Colorado and how police refused to enforce a restraining order that resulted in the murder of three children, and then the subsequent trial that ended up with the supreme court saying that “cops have no duty to enforce a restraining order.” and then the story of Joe Lozito, the subway hero who sued the police dept. for failing to protect him and his fellow passengers from a knife-wielding spree killer they were on that train, specifically to look for. That case resulted in the supreme court saying that “the police have no duty to protect you.”
So with that information, I decided that it was unlikely that 1. a pedophile rapist would call the police for help because his victim was coming to yell at him, and 2. that a cop, even if called, would show up at all.
I yelled at that bitch while he sat in his mansion for 20 minutes at the top of my lungs. His new neighbors must have some thoughts 😊
Got stuck playing Earthworm Jim when I was a kid. Literally fell in a hole and couldn’t figure out how to get him outta there. Turned it off and never went back
For a bit of non-traditional men’s fashion, I want a a cape/cloak made of nice cotton, one that is swooping with clean lines. You can wrap it around you for a bit of warmth on a brisk day, or let it hang open for a breeze.
You can have informal, casual ones for out and about, or formal ones that have a rigid collar and can be affixed in front like a traditional jacket.
They’re comfy, protect your skin from sun damage, can be worn in layers, and if you’re in a pinch for tourniquet cloth, plenty of fabric!
I have an old, ripped up pair of work pants I use to do outdoor work like mowing the lawn. About a month ago a new rip appeared at the base of my buttocks that I didn’t really notice until one day I went to mow sans underwear. Lemme tell ya, the brief breezes of cool air that would get me right in the nethers was so refreshing. Like drinking from a crystal clear and cool mountain stream, except with my balls.
So if not short-shorts, perhaps some expertly tailored pants with breathable mesh in specific areas? or kilts? kilts would work great 👌
There’s already a company looking to do just that, although they are focused on using it as a replacement for prison. i.e. instead of serving time in prison, the tech implants traumatic memories into your brain that are related to the crime. It wouldn’t be a far leap to implant desirable memories, though I’m not sure it would actually help you do something like learn an instrument, as muscle memory isn’t something you can implant (maybe?).
When I was a kid I absolutely loved movies with this format. It was like I was learning the story along with the characters on screen, and it just made it feel more real. Like the story was so old and with enough truth to it that they made a movie just about people learning about said story. It let you feel like the caring, kind old narrator was your adoptive grandpa, and he was revealing to you some ancient, fantastical part of our history. One that you could imagine really happened, even if the story had some exaggerations. Those opening sequences where they show a big old, leather bound book opening up to the first chapter (e.g. The Sword in the Stone)? HOOK IT TO MY VEINS
why on earth are people so comfortable giving private companies their fingerprint and face scans?
I was 8 years old when my uncle raped me. Forced me to sit down, told me not to tell anyone, because they wouldn’t believe me, and why would I want to put the family through that? He is my fathers identical twin, he said I would ruin my fathers relationship with him if I said anything.
I believed him. Didn’t think anyone would believe me, and I didn’t want to tattle, so I decided the best way to do it would be to act as sad as I felt, wait for my parents or teachers to ask what was wrong, and then I would tell.
I acted out for weeks, nobody noticed, nobody asked.
So, I decided that maybe they already knew, maybe they already beat him up, maybe I should just forget it ever happened and move on, try to enjoy my childhood. I forgot. I told myself to, remember telling myself to, even.
Decades later, $200k in student loan debt, struggling with addiction, suicidal thoughts, very uncomfortable and obtrusive sexual thoughts, I almost killed myself so. many. times.
Now I’m sober, in therapy, good job, stable-ish home environment living by myself, the memory came back.
Decided that I would confront him, decided that I would tell my parents first to get their support. They didn’t believe me. I drove across the country seeking to confront the bastard in person, my parents got wind of it and warned him to stay away, protecting him.
It’s been too long to seek actual charges in a criminal court, I was in the bottom of a bottle for almost a decade after the nightmares started.
There’s no hope for closure. No hope for an apology, an admittance, compensation, nothing. I get nothing. He ruined my life, and I get nothing.
I wake up thinking about killing myself most days.
That is interesting but I reject the alternate theories of the Big Rip and the Silent Extinction because they are scary and I don’t like them.
The Universe is expanding, rapidly from the big bang still. At some point, it will slow down, and then stop. Then begins a catastrophic cycle of collapse with massive black holes coalescing into one universe eating black hole that compresses every bit of matter into a single point of almost infinite density. At this point the black hole destabilizes, and all of the stored energy is released in one colossal explosion. A Big Bang of sorts.
The Universe is an Ouroboros.
Here’s a NYT article about the allegations, pretty disturbing stuff. If you’re not aware, coming forward with charges like this is incredibly difficult, and traumatizing. So the fact that so many women came forward against him, is not something so easily dismissed. Much like with drumpf, when there’s this much smoke, you don’t have to speculate about the presence of fire anymore.
I’d go as more-or-less human ala the movie Warm Bodies. Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I can’t have a nice romantic fling!
This isn’t a blanket statement, but I have, in the past, been introduced to women in my friend group, and talked to them like I would anybody else. But for whatever reason, they get the idea that I’m hitting on them. I can see it in their body language, the way they bring up their significant other (Like, really? I was just introduced to both of you 5 minutes ago?), among others. They make it out like “how could you be hitting on me?” and I’m like, asking about a band she brought up? I wasn’t even remotely attracted to her, I was just trying to be friendly, but her demeanor made it seem like she thought I was some insensitive asshole, and it hurt. I excused myself and just fuckin left. I had only gotten there like 20 minutes beforehand.
Another time I was introduced to a woman while we were helping a friend move. This girl I was into (she ranted about recycling <3), and I was planning on asking her out once we were done for the day, but as we were talking, she mentioned her significant other, so I didn’t. After we’d finished loading something into the moving truck, I said “hey so, thanks for mentioning your significant other back there, saved me a bit of awkwardness haha.” To this, she took offense, and challenged me, “what do you mean? what are you talking about?” like, hands on hips, wide eyes, “how dare you” attitude… and I was dumbfounded. Here I was, thanking her for stopping me from embarrassing myself by asking out a girl that was in a relationship, and I was getting the third degree from it! At this point I didn’t know whether it would make the matter worse if I confessed I had almost asked her out, so I just blankly stared, mouth agape (dumbfounded, like I said). I eventually excused myself and went back to loading the truck. Avoided her like the plague since then.
These were just two myopic incidents, probably lasted 5 minutes in total each, but it affected me in such a way that I basically cut myself out from the entire social circle, and only ever hang out with a guy friend that’s kind.
However, I feel the need to add a disclaimer so you don’t get me wrong.
I’ve also gone through a lot of personal growth recently, and in the endeavor to understand myself and my sexuality (Go Fightin’ Bi’s!), I’ve encountered scenarios that help me understand women better. I’ve had guy friends who only acted like my friend because they wanted to sleep with me. That hurts, and it makes me feel cheap. Once I tell them definitely “No,” or they realize I’m not interested, they stop interacting with me. It’s like, is that all I was in your eyes? Some thing to fuck? And even getting to the point where I’d tell these guys “No,” was excruciating! I don’t want to lose a friendship, or hurt them by saying “No,” I’m just not interested! Makes it hard to engage with my fellow LGBT peeps, when I feel like I’m just going to be pushed into hurting someones feelings. This led me to ghost some guys, and I’m not proud of it. That doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it when someone is flirty or compliments me, that’s nice and can be a real ego boost! But when I’m using all my body language to say “thanks but no thanks,” and you are still uncomfortably close? or touching the small of my back like it’s nonchalant or something? fucking GROSS.
Additionally, I have an elderly, disabled, female neighbor that I used to help out a lot. Whenever she needed something done around the house, she’d come over and I’d take care of it for her. She is an old pot head, so she’d even smoke me up! We’d pass a joint while watching Amos and Andy or whatever was on TV, it was a nice relationship. Then, once I became single, it got worse. Before, after I fixed her fridge, she wanted to give me a kiss on the cheek, and it came uncomfortably close to my lips. Then she started standing in the doorway while I came inside, so I’d have to press past her to get in. Then she’d touch my arm, leg, small of my back when I was doing chores for her. It got to the point where she would wait till I was high, and then ask how big my dick was, and if I’d let her go down on me. Just repulsive behavior. I’ve since stopped helping her, and always decline her offers to smoke, despite missing how we used to be.
All of this to say, guys get sexually harassed, Guys get sexually abused, and Guys get unfairly depicted as predators in hurtful ways. But also, girls get sexually harassed, Girls get sexually abused, and Girls get unfairly depicted as cold honey pots in hurtful ways.
What we should all do is try to be more kind.
I thought that higher altitude invariably meant colder temperatures? Like how mountains are capped with snow just at the top? The lack of atmosphere means less heat, not more? explain like I’m 5 please
pretzel bun is the superior bun.
People say “I’m just gonna go try and do it”
No.
Say “I’m just gonna go try to do it.”
really stupid, really pointless, I’ve never corrected anyone on it, but oh, how I want to
I discovered this at a wonderful restaurant in Columbus, OH that is now closed, but it’s a spicy indian chili-like dish that, when served with a fried egg on top, is just brutally delicious.
Pav Bhaji