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40s. Pretty much the same as a lot of folks, grew tired of the Reddit bot-verse as well as kept getting banned for encouraging Shermination and posting pictures of Mussolini’s hanging corpse. Not incredibly tech savvy, but yeah, closing in on 30yrs of being on the internet. I still remember the first time I ever logged on. It was at a friend’s house, he went into a chatroom, someone sent us incest themed porn and asked if we want to roleplay a dirty Peter Pan and Wendy chat. Welcome to the internet!

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Labor camp if you do, labor camp if you don’t. Unless you’re a 14yo biological girl. There’s a different camp for you.

Creepers often contain compartments for hiding one’s stash beneath the insole.

Thanks. If anything, this friendship/relationship has taught me why people with similar trauma and personalities can be great for emotional intimacy (we get it) but also absolutely toxic when our trauma forged defenses and coping mechanisms rise up. She’s given me a lot of insight into “oh, so that’s what it’s like to deal with me when I act like that”. Love her to death but we’re not the match.

One can find someone who is their friend, is someone they love, and with whom they have a great sexual relationship but still get zoned into “it’s complicated”. If reality wasn’t so messy, and we didn’t have such fucked up childhoods, my ride or die and I would be a perfect couple. Instead we’re sometimes fuck buddies, sometimes lovers, sometimes friends, sometimes play relationship. It’s complicated.

Neither will my parents, but that’s a different story. On the other hand I can spend 30 seconds walking to the end of my driveway and back to retrieve my mail and my dog thinks my return is the second coming. Pick those you invest yourself in wisely.

Begrudgingly, if they’re down for the cause. The rule that only those who “return” from exile in Northern Europe get to hold positions of power still applies.

The trauma of having grown up getting pirates, castles, and OG space sets for Christmas and birthdays, then finding out your mom gave them to the bratty neighbor kids while you were in college is real. I’ve reacquired some as an adult, which cost me about the same as my college tuition.

Welcome to play, might possibly get torpedoed by Hegseth on their way home. Who knows?

Israel’s big reveal is going to be that they did in fact send an agent to the western hemisphere hundreds of years ago just to bury some golden tablets in upstate New York and will be activating the entirety of Deseret with the phrase “Hie to Kolob”.

I started drinking at 13 but never much. It wasn’t until about 15 i finally got blackout drunk. My peer group drank hard in the late 90s and were the binge drinking bar crowd of the early 00s. I’ve lost a few friends to ODs combining booze and pills, accidents while drunk, escalation to heroin, and once had to be resuscitated when i drank so much i quit breathing. It wasn’t until my late 30s that i finally got sick of living like that and reigned in my drinking. Now i never drink at home and maybe go out one afternoon for happy hour and am home by 10 rather than closing out the bar every night.

Alcohol is a rough one because it’s not only an addictive substance, it has a strong social component. When you drink hard your social circle becomes others who drink hard, if you try and quit you have no friends. If you have a hard time making friends while sober but are more at ease with a little buzz, you’ll end up right back at a bar. I’ve been going to the same bar for over 20yrs and there’s regulars who were there before me still on the same barstools.

I’ve pondered on the idea that, although not comfortably, you could in theory have any bone in your body surgically removed and live to see it. Except your skull. You’ll never see your own skull.

According to the Pope’s biographer, when the guy complained about his depiction the Pope said “My jurisdiction extends only to Heaven, not to Hell. In Hell you must remain.”