Rain makes the street smell faintly of clay.
Semivir
joined 7 months ago
Not going to lie, this pushes most of my buttons. Now I need one... Where can I get one?
When I say taboo, I mean in the naughty sense. As in it feels kinky because you don't understand why it turns you on, and you know it shouldn't, but it does anyway.
But hey, it's not for everyone, and that's okay.
Or, you know, as others have pointed out before... you use the hacksaw... right? The thing that is actually designed for cutting through metal... to just saw the freaking restraints or the thing they're attached to!
(Can't remember if the movie plot actually has a fix for this loophole, the damn movie came out 20! years ago!)
3/10.
Picture doesn't depict a sandwich with gills.
Yeah, you aren't obligated to like anal. And there are several reasons for (not) wanting to do it.
You're not even required by international sexual law to be even remotely interested in sticking your dick in anything. You do you, but be safe when you do!
But just for context, for most people who engage in anal (both giving and receiving end), the feeling of taboo is part of the fun.
For the memez I'm going to say "of course", but I'm actually partial to wood or charcoal myself.
There's just something about the authentic smokey flavour that makes your food taste amazing.
Guess I'm an old fashioned guy/girl (not quite sure about either yet).
Thanks for your kind words!
I, myself am perfectly okay with who I am and my evolving identity (all of us are just Pokémon after all).
There's this anxiety that stems from never being entirely sure how your environment is going to react that is causing this to be a more personal journey for me. Somehow it feels like having a greater degree of certainty is going to make actually being who I am to the rest of the world a lot easier. Confidence is key I guess.
Having had some bad experiences being open about my feelings definitely doesn't help either. So until the need to do otherwise arises, I'll probably just be honest with myself and not entirely with my surroundings.
In the meantime I'm having lots of fun stealthily experimenting with everything not tied to the stereotypical masculine identity. And I'll continue doing so until I feel the need to make those elements part of my public identity.
The Dutch are usually pretty good at announcing their presence, as they will flock to anything even remotely associated with their country. Just look at the comments on a Not Just Bikes video and you'll see for yourself.
They're also massive shitposters, so expect to find them in the less serious parts of the fediverse.
Both provide great strategies to pull them out of hiding.
See, I always imagined Aussies as redneck brits, but somehow more approachable and friendly. But as they are quite literally on the other side of the world, I haven't interacted with enough Aussies to confirm or deny such prejudice.
You guys really as friendly as my imagination suggests?
As it turns out, grilling is also for everyone. You don't have to look like Hank Hill to enjoy a good grill.
Oh yeah thankfully I live in a very safe and tolerant country, so no worries there. Though you have conservative nutjobs everywhere.
The anxiety probably stems more from the thought of being perceived as unpredictable than from the way people might view the identity itself. Which is probably why it feels like I should have it figured out.
Then there's also the part where the sooner you have it figured out, the longer you get to live as your true self... maybe? How does one definitively crack an egg?