I… actually did something similar a month ago. Just with a bag. Scary that it’s not as bad as I thought it would be, kind of removes one of the barriers discouraging it.
I… actually did something similar a month ago. Just with a bag. Scary that it’s not as bad as I thought it would be, kind of removes one of the barriers discouraging it.
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No, who the hell does enjoy media coverage about polls? Lmao
To the people who are already starting to type “I enjoy them!!!” comments, it is a rhetorical question to emphasize my distaste for them through the mechanism of expressing doubt that they have widespread appeal. I thoroughly understand that other people can enjoy things I don’t. Thanks.
Mood, fucking same.
What if a copy of you woke up in the morning? So you could see your dead body from yesterday, but consciousness would seem as continuous to you as normal–you went to sleep yesterday and effectively woke up today, just in a different body? Would it bother you knowing you weren’t technically the same you as yesterday, even if it seemed like it to you?
Sorry, should have been more specific. If you died in your sleep every night and came back to life in the morning, and you couldn’t tell it was happening, would it matter?
It’s not a question with a right answer, I just want to hear your thoughts about it
Obviously not, but what is the functional difference? If you can’t tell it’s happening, does it actually matter?
The top commenter is correct. It’s why when you glance at a clock with a second hand, it can seem like it takes too long for it to move for the next second. It moved as you moved your eyes, and your brain didn’t make up the movement.
Tell that to Assange, Snowden, and pals
Sharing classified material != Criticism of the government
Only men are stretchy enough to fit melons up their ass, and women have to stick with more mundane phallic vegetables?
The U.S. has a lot of fuckin things wrong with it but goddamn it’s nice you can’t be jailed for talking about how terrible it is
Things will continue on as normal, gradually worsening, until life is no longer worth living. Sure, what people are hysterical about won’t change your daily routine tomorrow, or the next day, or the next month, but many negative things are glaciers, slowly and inexorably moving forward and you are utterly powerless to stop it. Climate change, worsening inequality and wealth gap, and the rise of fascism are things we should be hysterical about. But instead, we’ll just sit around, complaining about people freaking out, until it’s too late.
Yeah, I’m not a huge pain person either. I don’t enjoy the pain, I enjoy the submission, if that makes sense. The dom I occasionally see will alternate between spanking me and gently stroking my body, building the anticipation and juxtaposing the pain, and will fake on spanks–it’s truly something I never thought I’d love so much.
Scat, eh, not my thing but I don’t find it repulsive. Not being grossed out by shit makes enemas more convenient. Watersports, sure, I’ve had a dom use me as a urinal, pretty hot. Rape? Sure, on the receiving end. Mostly in the vein of CNC with bdsm.
Not the person you’re replying to but it kinda feels like the “oh I don’t see color” comment when somebody brings up racism. To me, it feels… dismissive? I dunno. I don’t think what you said is a problem or anything, it just… feels like it has bad connotations to me. Take this with a grain of salt, what I understand and interpret can be very different from what you say, which can also differ from what you mean.
10 tbh. No pedophile shit but some things that would probably make some friends break ties with me. My close friends would understand but the ones who I’ve drifted away from over time who are more towards the conservative side of things (NOT conservatives though) would probably just peace out. More public facing, probably a 7 or 8? Let’s go with 8. Into BDSM and a big sub, watersports, impact play, bondage, etc. Petplay, kind of, I’d love to be someone’s pet but animal roleplay isn’t something I’m comfortable with. I’m a huge anal enjoyer and a size queen but I’ve only toyed, never been fucked. Some friends are comfortable with it and I can talk about it casually with them, others aren’t so I don’t bring it up around them. So yeah, in terms of the bell curve, I’m waaaaaay off to the right in sexual weirdness. Took me a long time to get comfortable with it to the extent I can talk about it like this, and now I’m a chronic oversharer. If you want to know about the 10, you can dm me, it’s just not something I want available to anyone scrolling through my post history.
The point of T is that you don’t have to care
Transfem here, generally unless the topic being discussed is gender specific users genders aren’t relevant. Though, Lemmy has a pretty bad track record with gender relations imo, the whole women choosing the bear thing was such a shit show. The men’s lib community is good though, I’ve interacted with a couple posts there that popped up on my feed while scrolling and it actually consists of users who are empathetic and understanding and not anti-women like the reddit one turned into. It’s interesting, Lemmy has many many more male users than female, and it goes a bit further, with the ratio of transmascs to transfems being reversed. I just think it’s interesting that it’s an amab/afab split rather than a gender split. As someone in the thread trans-hatingly put it, “even the women are men here.”
Eh, unless you’re discussing something gender specific it generally doesn’t come up. I find it’s honestly kinda rare to refer to users you’re not addressing so pronouns never really come up
Thanks for your kind words.
It’s… I can and am choosing not to kill myself. I can’t choose to not want to kill myself. I think it’s kind of inevitable though, it’ll only take one time of things being bad enough for me to not care about hurting those who care about me. More or less just trying to give myself as much time as possible and enjoy what I can while I can.
I don’t really have any hope for the future. It’s become incredibly clear to me over the past few months that while I can feel better sometimes, nothing actually improves. Things don’t improve unless you actively try to improve them, and having tried and failed spectacularly it’s apparent that I even if I kept trying, it would be ineffective, and I just can’t care enough to keep trying.
I really don’t want to keep living, but I choose to anyways, at least until things I get bad I can’t choose anymore. I won’t hurt my friends and family and I know how I see things and how I feel are different from the reality of my situation. Just eventually, those won’t be enough anymore.