When I was little, my mom used to send me to the store with a note that said to sell me cigarettes, and that they were for her. When I started smoking, I used to reuse the notes to get my own smokes. I got my first fake ID at 13 so I could buy beer.
Why did he shock his dog? Not that there is any reasonable justification, I just want context.
When I was 3 months old, my mom gave me a wool blanket with two lion cubs on it. I’m 51 now, and I’m currently warm and cozy under that same blanket. It’s honestly my most prized possession.
I think: actual straight people don’t exist, only self hating people who cling desperately to an imagined blood tribe.
Honestly, this is absurd. I’ve been on this Earth for over 50 years, I am a man, and I’ve never felt attracted to a man. I am straight. I exist. I don’t hate myself, I also don’t hate others for their sexuality. Let gay folks be gay, let lesbians be lesbians, let bisexuals be bisexual. I fully support trans folks. I am not against anything LGBT+. But I don’t fit any of those labels. I am a man, and I am only attracted to women. I don’t even understand how/why straight/bi women are attracted to men. I’m glad they are though.
You could offer me a billion dollars to fuck a man, and I just would not be able to do it. No man is making my dick hard. My sexual identity is just as valid as yours. Gay people exist. Bisexual people exist. Straight people exist. You can’t tell me I don’t exist. I am attracted to women exclusively. To be clear, that includes trans women, some of those women are really beautiful. Trans women are women.
“N***a, is you taking notes on a criminal fucking conspiracy?”
-Stringer Bell, “The Wire”.
I’m not the person you asked, but honestly, if Discord wants to monitor me and my homies talking about our nerdy ass video game shit, I don’t mind it at all. It’s not like I’m setting up heroin deals on there (or anywhere else). Like, I give a negative amount of fucks if they know that we’re gonna be hardcore raiding from 8pm to midnight on Tuesday and Thursday, with a training session for new members on Saturday morning from 7am to 10am. I could not care less if they read my chats about dungeon strategies and properly optimized endgame gear. If they want to see who won my weekly raffle for 1000 ingame gold, that’s fine by me.
It’s not even like they can use my data for marketing purposes. I play exactly one video game, and I already plan to buy every expansion the game releases until I either die, or the servers shut down. And we have a very strict “no politics” rule in my server, so it’s not like they’re gonna catch us planning some sort of revolution. We’re just some MMORPG nerds nerding out about our MMORPG.
If they ask me to scan my face, or send them a pic of my ID, that’s where I draw the line. I have never, and will never, put a picture of my face on the internet. I’ve never posted any pics of my kids, or my grandkids either.
But nothing I say on Discord is “private”, there are over 600 people on my server, all playing the same game. We only talk about the game, or occasionally what we had for dinner (but that’s only on Foodie Fridays). If Discord knows that I made wet beef sandwiches with loaded fries for dinner, that’s no sweat off my balls. I don’t have conversations on there about anything that I would be afraid to shout in the Public Square.
My phone bill is $40/mo no matter how much I use my phone.
“Man, that sucks.”
“Man, that blows.”
Those two phrases have identical meanings.
I head over to YouTube and put on videos of old NFL games. The announcers talking puts me to sleep.